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by DaddyO

Part One
"Innocent Blood"

I met Sin
lying bare on a mirror
No razors to divide her,
just offering a cure...
My blood flows from my heart
and circulates through my veins
I feel warm,
engorged,
excited;
all this power she contains.
Never tainted,
yet bittersweet;
For she binds my passions,
but I still breathe.
I think I live, but can't feel a thing!
...take me inside you and let me see
if my blood flows only through me...

Part Two
"Sin's Reply"

I met him
so scared and unaware;
Innocent flesh,
begging me to tear.
And his blood flows from his heart
and moves where it can drain,
I see it red,
pure and bright,
with the life it contains.
Never tainted,
oh so sweet,
It's blind obsession,
he's so naive!
He thinks he lives,
but his destiny...
is to come and have me see
how his blood can transfuse to me...

Part Three
"Cherry-Red Night"

Who sees what bloodthirsty eyes can see
when below their stare
a crimson glistening
sparkles and blinds?
I feel whispers creeping
from carnal yearnings
buried beneath what remains.
She breathes passion!
Fervent cravings,
gasping labor...
pushes me to shout!
This night only flashes
cherry signs
leading to solace.
I waltz methodically,
following in despair
choreographed routines:
her decision to continue this dance.
My inability to cease...
She is my drug of choice.

Part Four
"My Drug of Choice"

My drug of choice is on the stage again
She enhances her dances
by pleasing to offend.
It's blood-sucking, mind-fucking
as she takes me and pretends;
Another manic illusion
in a life I don't intend on.
My drug of choice is now down on her knees
She refines her maligning
by offending to please
Beguiling, fangs smiling
this enticing heroin(e)
My drug of choice injects beneath my skin.
Although they're gawking, she's walking
so boldly self-assured
Slashing through the crowd
she's so devilishly lured.
Not my trophy, still she shows me
her eyes, big, brown, alive!
This blood-soaked mannequin
models what I hide inside.
Passers-by, all night,
their eyes sewn to the hem
...of her schoolgirl skirt
...her Care Bear's shirt...
But there's no pole for her to spin on!
My drug of choice now distorts and bends
The reality I used to see,
it now seems more intense.
For she's wrapped me up and trapped me
in this hyper-visual binge
Of perversion...no diversion
from my habitual prison.
My drug of choice chooses other men
To intoxicate and emasculate,
yet she stays fatally femme.
My drug of choice does it all for them,
But the Sin the other's worship,
I cherish as a friend.

Part Five
"To Shreds"

Her angelic face transforms
into demonic dance,
Puncturing my wits
as she removes her pants.
In this erotic place
where the dead of night collide
With the living innocent,
barely a smile survives.
...and jewels sparkle from her brown eyes...
...and smoke travels up her back...
...and colored lights that mesmerized,
Illuminate what once was black.
Yet a confusing lipstick smile
remains painted on my lips.
All the while she's grinning
through hungry fangs that drip.
And I imagine droplets,
sweet as honeydew
Providing her a canvas
for a caricature of doom.
...and jewels sparkle from her brown eyes...
...and smoke travels up her back...
...and colored lights that mesmerized,
Illuminate what once was black.
I am drawn into
the darker corners of her flesh.
Obsessing, visualizing,
mentally trying to molest her.
Yet I am the one who's preyed upon;
my mind fucked inside-out;
Torn to shreds
like only I can fantasize her blouse

Part Six
"Planted"

This is where she took me:
Down a hole under the city...
Perversion litters the landscape:
Men castrated!
Women traded!
Leather whips snap!
And chains!
Raped brains!
Fetish all night!
Penetrate with hate,
Genitals bent out of sight...
Shit that smells sweet,
It's called twisted,
But it's no different than straight!
Perversion litters the landscape.
This is where she took me:
A hole I call the city...

Part Seven
"Flower"

Emerging from the hole
I blossom like a flower
Seems manure has that effect.
I open up my mud-caked eyes
And look around:
I've sprouted leaves;
I'm rooted to the ground.
A flower needs light
like you need the night.
Pick me!
Pluck me!
Dick me!
Fuck me!

Part Eight
"Sunset"

Does the sun shine bliss
or strike an unyielding fist,
As it drives through the darkness in your eyes?
Smearing your mascara,
It's unbridled terror,
As you dive into the shadows of daylight.
As the sunset brings relief
will you take another peek
And crawl out of the darkness to the night?
It's a night I want to share,
I just hope you are aware
Your appearance can
distract me from your bite.
So the moon shines down
into your eyes of brown
And this time is ours
to share nocturnally.
If you give your love to me
I will drain my blood for thee,
And both of us will love eternally...

Part Nine
"Acquisition"

I will lick you,
suck it from you!
Taste your body's overflow-
Drink your juices...
your secretions...
As you bleed me warm and slow.
I am weary
and getting weaker,
Yet my climax nears it's peak-
Fuck inside you,
rope and ride you
Plunge inside you hard and deep.
I try to face,
turn and confront
Eternal bliss and impending death.
I feel content,
almost fulfilled
Because I know there's nothing left
But your torn and slender body
Pressed against
my cold, pale skin.
You have my life,
my soul, my spirit
But I finally have my Sin...