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Beast in the Beauty, Beauty in the Beast
Beast in the Beauty, Beauty in the Beast
By Jenelle Murling
Misery, my king, your touch embraces me
Clutch me to your frozen skin
I’d beg you to feel, my dear masochist
To rape the beauty of my immaculate sins
I’d paint you in cruelty, my lord of loneliness
Wrapped in your silver and cold
Your pleas, the poison, hardened in your veins
Breaking my chains, your possession I hold
Your eyes, the brutality that invades my flesh
My shaking betrays the longing, the fear
Your scars, so beautiful, so endearing
The perfection that mars the path of your tears
“Mine”, I am yours, your love, your monster
Your soul, your martyr, your tease
Your arms, my walls, my prison
The beauty in the beast, the beauty on her knees
My divine captivation, my weakness, my pity
My angel condemned to the tortures of hell
Merciful sadist, release you, save me
Buried in the grave where my angel fell
