Remove The Smiling Masks From Upon Unhappy Faces

Unrelease Their Strain Of Discomfort

Let The Feeding Of Lust Be Drawn Upon

An Integral Part Of Essence Which Gives Pain

Leaving The Withered A Scent Of Hope

Eyes Lowered

Teach The Whore To Queen

And The Queen To Whore

Bruises Around The Neck As The Draping Of Flowers

Consemate The Meuse For Adoring

A Discolorment

Of Pale Sight

She Is But A Whore

Contrasting The Lips, As So Of Blood

Playing The Part Of An Angel...Take Her In

Slice To The

Throat

She Must Learn To Obey

Pain Is Conducive To Pleasure

So No Harm Would Come To Her

I Care Not To Make Desire

Known

Touch Of The Lips That Seduce

Little Obsessions Make Skin Crawl

Sweat-Stained Scrapbooks

The Connoisseur Of This So

Called Art

Black Silk-Stockings On Covering Knees

Lying Between Her Two Burned Legs

Dark Rings Around My Eyes

Cannot

Bear To Accept This Beauty To The Body Show

Cannot Face Her Lips As The Turning Flows Of Blood Grow

Fierce Scream That Came

Deep Within Her Throat

Tears Trickled Down Swollen Eyes, Force Open

Cover The Body With Fond Kisses, The Sight

The Smell Of

Wet Linen Stained

The Resulting Stench Of Blood, Mixed Urine

Remove The Smiling Masks From Upon Unhappy Faces

Unrelease

Their Strain Of Discomfort

Let The Feeding Of Lust Be Drawn Upon

An Integral Part Of Essence Which Gives Pain

Leaving The

Withered A Scent Of Hope