Diabolus

I tried to picture how that's possible
Tried to equate with that parable
I told myself it'll be implausible
That massacre in my head is just horrible

It's just too nauseous to put my finger on it
It's too malicious to put my feelings to it
He's been feeling exquisite with his fingers in it
Quite an exhibit though if the board was on it

But the walls were up, the thorns were out
Her voice was gone, something to live without
Slowly she started to bleed down the walkabout
She was plainly nothing but a forged devout

For the tingle she had to soothe was that of a saint
A saint to the public who triggered off the pain
In the drape, he was a diety who appeared so plain
Hadn't it been his crusty coat, he'd melt in the rain

But the story goes as the artiste shows
How the stanzas grow with its tingling claws
That the truth, now and then is in front of you
It's a matter of time for it to breed in you

For the one you anticipate isn't the one you need
When the one you abominate lifts you off your greed
As memory itself is merely a game
A game of trusting your inner tame

-PRK-

The Missing Mechanism

Spruced up for hookups

Some dough and a hookah

She thinks she's living it

But he knows she'd die out

Because she lost her way,

Confused in the day

Can't breathe in the night

Ugly things on their way

New ballgame to play

Screwed verses that sways

Dejected, conflicted by ideas of being gay

She's desperate for peace

His lust isn't at ease

She needs to make money

While he is the beast

Some do it for fun

Some do it to survive

Trust they tried to run

But violent is fast

Bashed up to stay up

Or else she needs to pay up

To make up for the rescue

She's controlled to stay laced up

And this thing called whoredom

Isn't a life without boredom

It's a life without condom

She'll kick a bucket at random

No commiseration

Yet she's the apportion

To those who stick dicks
Shove it in without passion

A woman and a child
And a man of the wild

Nobody would know
When life is on trial

But heaven is true
Desperation is too

That heaven on earth
Puts us in the blue

Now she was just a child
Who's a mother to a child

But there was no child life
When he brought her to the wild

A father in the name
A guardian by right

But his shit is full of shame
A monstrous kind of life

-PRK-