Post by gorgielove4ever on Jun 14, 2014 22:23:27 GMT -6
Tears turned to blood,
Dripping down my face;
My mind is gone,
“I’m a total disgrace!”
I think this,
As I ogle the knife;
Craving death’s kiss,
Wanting to take my life.
I don’t have the right,
To believe;
I don’t have the right,
To achieve.
My only right,
Is to scream into the night;
As they use me, abuse me,
Even beyond the morning light.
Cuts on my arm,
Self-inflicted;
Provoked harm,
To pain I’ve become addicted.
“I am nothing more than trash,”
I think this,
As they hand me their cash,
Shopping spree, oh, such bliss.
Demons around me,
Whispering in my ear;
Sweet, yet poisonous words,
“Keep at it, my dear.”
“You are nothing more than trash,”
I believe this,
As I feel the lash,
Of my momentary lover’s kiss.
“You fucking whore!,”
Yes, I am nothing more;
“You’re a waste of space!,”
Your words I shall embrace.
Here’s a thought:,
I meant much to you,
When you needed relief,
When you desired something true.
I am your drug,
I am your guilty pleasure;
I am your flower,
Your most valuable treasure.
You die each time,
You lay with me;
Never once noticing,
How I set your spirit free.
My gift is infectious,
Many have it;
They claim “family love,”
Then, they run to “tap it.”
Why am I doing this,
To myself?;
Behaving like a porcelain doll,
Sitting on the market shelf?
Not for money,
Not for wealth;
It is for revenge,
That I sell myself.
My nightly customers,
Are the ones who made me;
Defiled, dehumanized,
... And, forced themselves on me.
I did not want,
To become this way;
But, when you haven’t a choice,
What can you say?
What can you do,
To justly repay,
Those who've ruined you,
And thought it was okay?
It is simple, really,
You give them what they “deserve”:;
A little touchy-feely,
Compact with a “poisonous curve”.
Yes, poison them whilst awake,
With the sweetest wine;
Talk and flirt,
Make everything seem o-h so fine.
Whilst asleep,
Lost to your toxin;
Imbue them all,
With the blackest of sin!
Days and months slowly go by,
Their health grows weaker than a fly;
Their souls wither and dry,
Soon ... they will die.
I never wanted to kill,
Even though I died,
By their hand,
As I screamed and cried!
“Mommy, Daddy, help me!,”
Those bastards didn’t care;
They just laughed and cheered,
... As they sexually broke me!
“You are nothing more than trash!,”
Continue to believe that,
As I smash your skull,
With my 1993 Spalding bat!
“Why are you doing this to me?,”
My ... doesn't that sound familiar;
“Let me go!,”
The mutest words to a killer.
Oh, please don’t scream,
Embrace the pain ...;
... You didn’t have a problem,
When you were driving me insane!
The demons return to me,
They tell me what to do;
“Cut off their dicks,”
“Make them pay for what they've done to you!”
That wouldn’t appease me,
I need more;
Perhaps hang their parts in the city,
As a statement to every “whore.”
Those who were used,
Shattered and abused;
Battered and bruised,
Hatred infused.
“We abuse and attack back,”
“Not as ‘weak’ as you thought”:;
This is my message,
To the oversexed lot.
Man, woman,
Young and old;
Don’t fuck with this “whore,”
Unless, you are bold.
“You little bitch!,”
... Tell that to my butcher’s knife;
“Fuck you!,”
... If I do, I’ll also take your life!
I am a prostitute,
Whose high is retribution;
Retribution upon those who've tainted me,
With their sexual intrusion.
Should I be caught,
I wouldn’t give a damn;
That is the personality,
Of the Black Madame.
Yes, that is who I am,
You may have heard of me;
I can be seen prowling,
Cruising for victims in your city.
My victim lays and plays,
And, then, he gets “sick;”
... It’s his fault,
For thinking with his dick.
The Black Madame ... just a whore?,
Oh, I’m s-o much more,
Than your petty score,
Your soul, I’ll make it soar!
Not the sweet child,
I was before;
Such is the price they pay,
For making me into a “whore.”
I ascended and became,
What they feared;
The world’s deadliest woman,
To other victims: highly revered.
They know my story,
They know where I came from;
My “disciples,”
Are in the millions (I checked the sum).
We are all alone,
Yet, we are all one;
We encourage each other,
To get “the job” done.
To the disgusting little piggies,
Of the world:;
Run away, little piggies,
With your tails in a curl!
For, should you stay,
I promise you this:;
My disciples and I will kill you,
With a sweet, yet fatal kiss.
I am the Black Madame
Here me roar:;
This is the price you pay,
For treating me like a whore ...!
***Moral: Sexual abuse is a door. If you choose to make someone into your helpless plaything, be warned: they just might go insane and take your life. Zip it up, perverts. It's not worth it and it's not wanted. Oh, and for the record, this isn't fiction. It's based on an actual femme fatale. I do my research :-).***