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Vampiress Unmasked

u play the part of death so well
The drama queen - welcome to home sweet hell
Ring a bell
Yeah I know your tell
Succubus nocturnal always on the make
Far too nefarious to suffer a mistake
Dressed to thrill, eyes that will
Priceless, will never be left to pay the bill
Anywhere you go there is an unmistakable chill.

You want it all and you want the rest
Too much ain't enough
And you will mesmerize and terrorize until you've had your fill
Just another Vampiress fable of fallacy
Tarnishing the reputation of the mystical and mysterious
Vampire elite.

With your enchanting dominance, and daunting, veiled ominous
How can you be so ruthless and without conscious
Sucking in then spitting out
Just you-you-you, and that's all you care about
Smiling secrets, telling lies, breaking lives, and pretending to cry
Capable but unable to exist with regal, shadowy stealth..

Poor little vivacious vixen
Pouting and brooding is your only fight
Using and abusing yet claiming everyone is ganging up on you
So STOP! cuz you're so sensitive
Yeah - PSYCHE!

This otherworldly life is so tragic
You can't see the magic
So back you will go, to your coffin in the tomb
And go ahead hold onto what never was
While sadly for you this is the END
Of your NEVERAGAIN.....

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The Wicked Wonderment of We

Eyes of black - Heart of cold
He was the missing piece of my soul
He entered my world dressed in leather and lookin' mean
He was a delicious scream within' a dream
The Nevermore of Forevermore - a cut that never bleeds
He was it - a renegade stallion - menacing and powerful
Mystical and magnificent
Just the sight of him could melt the Ice Queen
All or none - there was no in-between.

Dangerously decadent days dazzled their way into macabre months
Which mesmerized into years
I loved him so deeply, so deliriously, it was decadently obscene
A Master of the sexual dungeon where teeth show and blood flows
Nocturnal we were, an epic poem that only Poe could write
Coffin closely, dressing me slowly
Nothing was ever wrong and we were so right
Sanctimonious yet cloaked in unholiness
We were the nefarious midnight malevolence
With him being the fabulator and me the dramatist.

Execrable, formidable, respected, and feared
The A list of the Death list
Everyone knew we were - together - the best
The royalty of the Otherworldly
With the Bat and black roses being our family crest
Disquieting and disturbing - one exceptionally demonic night
He just dropped out of sight - GONE - MIA
With no reason - no write.

Malice and morbid myths materialized
None of which made any sense
Everything was exuberant, esoteric, enigmatic, better than alright
And in my defense - I was never left unsupervised
Oh how the tears burned and spirits cried
A cracked fairytale, broken mirrors, and torturous moans
Death changed my life but he was my everything
My liver, my lover, my dead dogs' bones.

An all-consuming, soul-stealing, head-reeling
Incapacitating time - That was timeless
Tainted, terrifying, tombstone trickery - I am TORN
And evidently, it seems
I was punished, periled, and paralyzed
"TO LOVE IS OFTEN TO BLEED"
I was ALONE and cursed with Demon seed
A travesty - Satan must be blind
My Master man thing
Being never heard from or heard of
THAT WAS THE END OF WE
So much for synchronicity

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Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal

Metacarpals Phalanges and Sesamoids - Beauty Immortal

The hands, it's all about the hands for me
Streamline with creamy silk skin so fine
The elegance, the aesthetics, the peripheral view
The long slender phalanges, so ethereal
The disquiet beauty, the flowing artistically magnificent lines
So alluring it feels as though the hands can't be real.

Knowing deep inside my blackest of hearts
That those delicious beauties
So feminine and fragile, graceful, pristine, and agile
Could very well rip you apart
Deviant, sinister, lethal weapons, they could easily end your start
They masquerade as magic - mythical and superior
Far-advanced, emotively austere perfection
Of which all else is seen as inferior.

Hands of refinement that have been pampered, oiled, and manicured
These hands have created masterpieces, they have been held
They have been loved
And have always had a comfortable home
They are a blood moon in a deathly dark sky
The want I feel for them is all-consuming, a demonic obsession looming
Intombing comes to mind
Which is actually macabrely amusing
For a crypt of the finest design is where I house all mine.

Affirmation - yes indeed you understood correctly
That is what I did say
Trust and believe - I would not have them any other way
In my sanctuary of cool, and dimly lit, embraced by all of evil
And of the most impervious kind
My meticulously chosen, surgically removed pairs of hands
Are anything but bland
Individually glass-encased, labeled, and displayed
In the most iconic of ways.

This Otherworldly renowned domicile of hands
I am proud to say - is the only one in all of the lands
A kind of designer boutique of all hands unique
And definitely not to be confused with Trick-or-Treat or feet
Of the countless sets of hands in my collection
My most treasured pair that are there
Are those of the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
How's that for dereliction of the Host?

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Eye Blood You Barb

Stiletto stare, wicked, wild hair, barbwire takes me there
Daggers, switchblades, and razorblades
Wait did I not mention hand grenades
My apologies in Spades
Take me fast, love me hard, you are my ace when it comes to cards
And I will - make you bleed
That is a given, as I am of Demon Seed.

Blood is the elixir, the potion, the concoction
The addiction to which I concede
I am the eye that is all-seeing, lounging in the forbidden mirror
Watching, hearing, experiencing, and deceiving
Eyelashed with allure and danger, I will be your closest stranger
I will make you laugh, make you cry, I will wake you up
And you will wonder why.

There will always be blood - lots of it
For it's my heart you splay, each and every day
No matter what illustrious, magnificent action I commit
The blood bleeds on cuz blood groove knife
You make it your life and you believe that I am your Steiff
And even though there is no button in my ear
Doesn't matter you don't care
And none of this is fair.

Regardless I love meat and potatoes, with my meat always bloody rare
So just know Eye be watchin' you
And I don't stare
So barb wire at its best, drag it along and pull up a chair
And let me take you there
There will be no more blood
Unless it's in a Bloody Maria that you would get at a bar
So c'est la vie and no mas
The culmination is that you and I, WE have come so far
So when you find yourself thinking of sharp implements
That bring about red - yeah blood
Well
Done, Dead, Gone, and carry on.....

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Candescent Mermaid Myth

Candescent Mermaid Myth

Aquatic manifestation of magnificence, with a fishtail
Awe-inspiring, and alluring, all men on deck are mystified and adoring
Embraced by disbelief, while enchanted by
The fairytale fantasy from the deep
A treasure so precious and rare, all the gods of the sea wouldn't dare.

Yet there the elegant essence abounds, as this she thing,
this flawless and flowing beautification is an entity, not of this reality
The something of never, that all throughout time
Was hoped to be forevermore, so hear the bells chime.

Precocious and demure yet with long wild flowing waves of hair
She arose ethereal, seemingly directly up from the seafoam
Hypnotic and enigmatic - illustrious and illusionary
Regardless of her enthralling beauty, disquiet, and oceanic wiles
Embraced the realm of real, of which all there could feel
This was an iconic moment, that which was what everyone was experiencing.

One and all, the magnitude was as such that the fact of a MERMAID
Amongst us, was just too much
Regardless of the actual visualization of a creature so mythical
So magical, so obscure, and candescent
FREEZEFRAME a portrait in time
Mermaids aren't real, half human, half fish, come on, not in this sit'ch
So put that thought to sleep, and you guys stay on the boat
And forget what you thought you'd seen
You're just having a Poe moment of a "Dream within A Dream."
Now what do you say we go ask the Mistress Mermaid
If she wants to get an ice-cream

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Riding Hood Truth or Dare

Why Little Red Riding Hood
Seems you're steppin' out
Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout
And what happened to the Grandma stop
Did she want you out?
The whole forest heard her shout
So come on, what was that all about?

Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll
You are a vision of vixen
An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling
Your hot breath on my neck is chilling
Blackness, Darkness in a jar
Your Ying with my Yang
Playin' chicken in different cars
Together we could go so far
So why then are we slammin' shots in this dive bar?

Little Red Ridin' Hood, with thigh-high red leather boots
Long red gloves, blood-red lips, and eyes of black
A David Bowie moment or a panic attack
Take it all back
Cuz diz fairy tale been cracked
And a poetic daybreak is a matter of fact
So you go girl
Little Red Ridin' Hood hit that trail, I got yer back
And the brothers Grimm - well they'll be checkin' in
Dealin' Sin and with the help of all things heinous and supernatural
Let the games begin
White horse, black heart, Little Red Ridin' Hood
Take your start

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Fairytales and Razorblades

Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And filed between Fairytales and Razorblades
Yep - another one for the Books!

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Vampire Vexation

Eeevile in the realm of the Undead
Chilled blood red cold
Vampire vexation - sexy at best.
Wrapped in comfortable uncomfortable silence
Silence so sharp - you can feel the fangs at your neck.

Sanctimonium or sanctimonious
Vampires dripping of sophistication
They make a show of letting you know
That morally they ARE the BY FAR

With eyes so dark, so deep, so very tinged with icy heat
They draw you in with that sinful all-consuming stare
And tease you with the taste of truth or dare
Soo good it's bad and you can't wait.
To experience the grandeur of that liquid of life
Consuming it excites you
Allowing you to see past death and into the light of forevermore.

Cloaked in satin and bedding in secrets
While bemused by the beguiling beauty of the night
Vampires are never at odds with their shadow selves
They are just inadvertently lethal

You are cruelly entranced
By the bloodlust and the romance
The sensual, seductive man thing
Beckens you beseechingly
Brazen with decadence

Defying decency
He extends his elegant gloved hand
Drawing you in closely
While seemingly mirrored medieval menace
Brings out the dead in your eyes
And happily ever after becomes such a bore

Goodnight my darling you have opened and shut the door
Drank of the blood
Vampire Vexation is now your forevermore....

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Dead Dollies

He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.

The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.

The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.

Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....

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Precariousness Imperilment

Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.

I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.

Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....