Feed your beast
Or upon you it will feast
Open up a vein and let your demons run
There’s work to be done
Before the twilight of dawn
In the waking screams
Of forgotten dreams
The wolf will devour the fawn
And the world will continue anew


Prey for it

On the hunt again

A hyper-carnivore of all that I adore

Stalking that feeling

A game of hunter prey

An emotional vampire

Rising as the sun falls

Down the back alley of memory

Into the crowded streets of lust

On your knees to pray

But it’s not God you trust

With only one desire

To feel again

Easy target lost little lamb

So far from home

Why did you roam

Now you’re squealing

And tomorrow you’ll be

Nothing but a trophy

Senses reeling

As the sirens wails

Shadow dancing into the mourning

Before the dawns warning

Perfection Deception

Lips of red

A sinful smirk

And eyes of the serpent

Tongue of silver

A river of tears in your path

A lover of jealous wrath

With a lustful fever

Of a sinner who’ll never repent

You always know what will work

To get them in your bed


Finger wrapped

They fall for your pretty lies

And the softness of your sighs

As they worship between your thighs trapped


Seeking ambrosia in the folds of pink flesh

And tasting the golden fruit fresh

With delightful glee

Unaware of the damage done

Without care of what you are about to be

If they only knew they would run


Your the wolf at the door

Scratching to get in

You’re a woman and more

The fifth horseman of the apocalypse

Honey dipped in sin

And still the last taste on every lovers lips


Haven’t seen the sun

Not for days

Haven’t spoken a word

Where any could hear

Solitude and gratitude

Going hand in hand

With the wisdom of the maze


Hope is not gone

Only the faint glimmer

Of the sword

Held by the fear

That strips you nude

A soul laid bare there you stand

As you remember


No scripture can give guidance

Only the craving

No means of sustenance

To the hunger you’re slaving

The hunger for life

The hunger for joy

Yet you know only strife

And are the puppeteer’s toy

Table For Three(from the old blog)

Table bound
Bent over and exposed
No escape
Perfect victim for a mental rape
So many holes to fill
All against your will
This is the fate you chose
This is your new reality
Blindfolded and mouth held wide
There’s nothing you can hide
Your body betrays your lust
As you give away your trust
Moaning is the only sound
You’ll hear
It’ll be coming from you in actuality
The bound little whore
Who if could speak would beg for more
The willing slut
The perfect piece of meat
For your Dominant’s desire
They will take that cherry
On your face they’ll nut
Leaving you frustrating in pleasure filled fire
You’re such a sweet treat
You’ll never know who
Fucked you like the virgin Mary
Though I’m sure they’ll never let you forget
It was you that wanted it, begged for it