Shut Up, Bitch! - with Crimsin  

devious of infliction your rancor went deep
 
"but the shadow would not let me sleep"
 
you mutilated my dreams with a flick of your wrist
 
"now! the darkness owes you a kiss"
 
it was my pretty face you hated
 
"you or kind-hearted but devious"
 
with a fetid scar your heart glew
 
"it was quinine that glowed"
 
I was within your grasp so why not go further
 
"because, your mother was in bed also"
 
you rearranged my horror so my mouth was perpetually open
 
"yes! and your mother trained you well"
 
to either scream or suck your dick
 
"now you have a gag reflex with two cocks in your mouth"
 
puffing with pride you parade me around having me model
 
"I take pride in selecting the corset and garter"
 
the hair of past corpses masturbating yourself while I pose
 
"as the taxidermist sodomizes your bloated pale mother"  
 
then put me back in my box like an obedient doll
 
"even a Jack in the Box knows when to shut up"
 
my keening only arouses you
 
"and I fucked you, did I not?"
 
and you would cum for me often
 
"it was either that or put it in a bottle"
 
a jagged jaw like was crim de la crim
 
"but! it was only a butter knife"  
 
my hideous scar in your mind a work of art
 
"a tattoo of all your departed lovers"
 
you record each scream making a sick symphony
 
"I don't think I heard you complain, your mom did
and she is bloated lying in our bed"  
 
a Mozart, a Beethoven I was in good company
 
'let's not forget E. A. Poe"
 
as you were quite deaf to my pain
 
"well you and your mom wanted my cock"