The Beast

I dress up like an angel just to  undress him,  

So good at seduction, can’t interpret affection, 

With each one before, intentionally misrepresented, 

Entrapped in my guilt, engrossed, procuring perfection,  

Barr bodies entwined just a distraction of self,

I know who I am, damned if I let anyone else,

Emotions are playthings, placed high on a shelf,

Writhing, wicked and worried, from love I rebel, 

I never reach tomorrow nor escape from today,

Cover tears, cover track marks, I am always okay,

Reform me, regret me, push me far away,

Medication and masks keep my demons at bay, 

Wasted and wounded, a wretched wench on my knees,

I am the courage in chaos, I’m the fight in the free, 

Lying naked with with him, I’m not hiding from me, 

My truth never leads him to where he shouldn’t be. 

Tormented and tainted, in that way we’re the same, 

Unforgiving, unworthy, we sink in the shame,

Filthy and faithless, so much dirt on my name, 

You know it so well, I don’t need to explain, 

The 9th gate leads directly, both Heaven and Hell, 

Waking up screaming, damn these demons can yell,

Deluded by dawn, deep in darkness we dwell, 

Betrayed the Beast, my sweet soul always for sale. 

DNR

I was created to be a lover in a wasteland of souls, 

My tits on his back can’t make him feel whole,

His touchz, his lips, burn me, set me on fire, 

His touch is not truth, fuck feelings, they lie, 

Beginning as friends, just confuses the facts,

He says that it’s him but I know it’s his mask, 

He’s worn it so long, does he know what is real? 

Run by his demons, determined he’ll fail, 

We find comfort in Hell, we don’t know how to trust,

Scratch my nails down his back, controlled by my lust, 

Conflicted and cold, won’t feel something again, 

Disconnected and bold, naked thoughts, skin on skin,

Crawling to him on hot coals, alive from the burn,

I give in, he gets lost, left me waiting for my turn,

Hypnotized by his voice and the taste of his tongue,

Loyal to only to pain, loaded, ready to run,

Soaked and stained by the past, our sins never come clean, 

Rip me to peiced, pronounced dead on scene.