Playing With The Monster

The Monster emerges when it is time to play
Her whimpering trepidation leads His way
From cover of darkness to bright light of day
The Monster emerges when it is time to play

The Monster holds her in His horrible gaze
She wants to run but frozen in fear she stays
With strength that does frighteningly amaze
The Monster holds her in His horrible gaze

The Monster lets loose with all His rage
When her panic He smells like aromatic sage
Finally loosed from his oppressive cage
The Monster lets loose with all His rage

The Monster craves her to beg and plead
‘Tis the only thing that will assuage his need
And just as He longs to make her bleed
The Monster craves her to beg and plead

The Monster hungers for her flesh and gore
His horrific dark thirst he cannot ignore
Because after a taste, He lusts for more
The Monster hungers for her flesh and gore

The Monster demands to hear her cries
For that is where His pleasure lies
When He looks deeply into her fearful eyes
The Monster demands to hear her cries

The Monster marks His prey outside and in
Deep purple bruises will soon rise from within
As bright red claw marks mar pale white skin
The Monster marks His prey outside and in

The Monster demands the girl’s sweet pain
It is how to serve Him she will be trained
To ensure her submission is never feigned
The Monster demands the girl’s sweet pain

The Monster smiles at the suffering of the girl
Her nacre required to create a perfect swirl
Because without agony she’ll never be His pearl
The Monster smiles at the suffering of the girl