Drip, drop, drip, drop
Man, blood knife, blob
She has this evil grin on her face
That nothing in this world can erase
God knows she's been planning this for days
Oh! How good it feels to release all her pains.
In every fiber it begins
Gyrating right through her genes
Ummph, tired, she gulps down some blue jeans
As she imagines the new press release
MAY DAY!
Man down, need help, may day!
Crazy girl on the loose, make way
Haha!... Crazy? Hey! Hey!
She's everything but crazy? Nay, nay
Back to him, sprawled on the floor he lay
Like a tired runner from an 800m relay
An eighteen year old torture ended today
HURRAY!
After an eighteen year old delay, today just had to be the day
Half dead, half alive... Best way to repay
She releases the dogs to finish his remains
Ignoring his cries, ignoring his plight..
Yes grotesque is the the sight
But she endured every night
And he never heard her plight.
So why should she?
In the keyhole, she slots her key
Opens the door, about to leave
But then....
Turns back and smiles at the pathetic rapist
Soaked in his blood, she feels like John the baptist
Prays his soul ends up with a horny gay papist
Chuckles, turns and makes her exit.
Eye balls out, skinned alive
Testicles punctured with a double edge knife
Actually, 'em dogs did a good job,
Not bad, not bad
Not a pang of guilt for the man she just killed
The monster, her father
Your "great" Reverend Father!
Yh, Mr perfect ain't all that ‛perfect' huh? *grins*
She pampers herself to a bubble bath
*yawns* hectic day, hectic day
At least a hooka and tequila would do, whadyu say?
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Unheard Voices
RandomUnheard voices are poems on everyday life and everyday people. The reason why people are what they are, the facts we fail to see The real ‛us' underneath our hardcore cover.
