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 !@^% To Queen
And The Queen To !@^%
Bruises Around The Neck As The Draping Of Flowers

Consemate The Meuse For Adoring
A Discolorment
Of Pale Sight

She Is But A !@^%
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