Beauty in Distress

                                     Daddy's Little Girl. Hell has no fury like a woman who hath been scorn. I have been scorned of a father by a father. May my fire rain down on you like brimstone. Melting your skin like wax! Grasped into a world of immense longing to be loved by a man meant to love me naturally. I saw myself as an alien..a mutant. Perhaps I was un-lovable. Deficient of love I am a walking corpse. Driven by the strong black magic called pain.   But I can't stop my heart from looking for you. I can't stop myself from wanting to be loved by you. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Every night I expostulate myself examining my imperfections, perhaps that's why you don't love me. Crying my self to sleep every night with bewildered screams into my pillow. The emptiness I see in my eye scares me.   I am a shadow of my self. The once jolly girl full of lo...

Forbidden Fruit  Flatter my vanity with your profane kisses.  Place a dagger in my heart with your lustfull gazes. Set my body on fire with your treacherous touch.  I'm at the wrong place at the wrong time. Two wrongs do not make a right.  I knew where you were taking me. I followed you with open eyes as you took me to your slaughter house.  I turned up my bravery perhaps a notch too high, saying in a silenced whisper 'let's get this over with!'  My body movement a mis-configured rhythmic expression of my imagination.  My soul numb to your affectionate display of passion.   I came to get hurt, you might as well do your worst.   But you faulter in your plan, for my lips drip nectar. My body more beseeching than the forbidden fruit.  Don't be deceived even you the slayer shall fall.                                     ...

I get high to free myself of you.  But your memories storm into my mind, invading my soul and leaving me for dead

As night falls, the pain reforms.  I let your memory awaken me, drawing me back to reality that you are no more.   This deeply feared shadow called death has snatched you from my grip mercilessly without thinking twice.  Oh what evil! I refuse to believe it was your time for your eyes glowed with so much life and passion.  How do I carry on without you? Is it possible? Could you come back? Do you want to come back?  Oh life you're a bitch! And death is your sister. She leaves her victims lost in the three stages of grief. Denial, anger and tears!  But the truth is no matter how much I cry, I can't bring you back. No matter how hard I lie to myself or pretend your here, my afflicted min knows the truth, you are no more.  You are gone for good. And what hurts the most is life moves on. No matter what it won't stand still, I will have to learn to leave without you.  'Moving on' is a necessary evil the evil being that I would have r...

This drug they call love. This addiction that comes with it, LUST. Leaving you drained and at the same time overflowing with emotions.   The sudden rise and fall of infatuation like the tides of a tsunami.  Like a gypsy I dance in your mind all day. Under a mask I roam your soul engraving my memories into you. Being the succubus that drains you of your energy, the colour in your eyes, hunting your soul and denting your persona.  I leave your heart beating to the tune of my rhythm.  You see there is a beast within me. She isn't satisfied till she leaves her prey lifeless and hollow. Vulnerable and shallow.  It satisfies her when you drain your last blood to please her.  It disgusts her when you can't put up a fight to her whims, allowing her to use your kind and soul as the main characters in her puppet display of Hamlet.  You become only but a worthless jewel in her charade.  She will go on and on until Karma catches up with ...