“Trying to keep an eye on you”…

cam

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Sat in the corner,
of a cheap hotel room…

Champagne in hand,
camera on zoom…

As the action unfolded,
in the dark of nightfall…

The twisted voyeur,
captured it all…

Watching her victim,
chained to the bed…

Blindfold and handcuffs,
arms and legs spread…

The vice girl has finished,
walked out the door…

After fucking him hard,
he was begging for more…

But she left with her money,
no questions were asked…

Unwittingly starring in,
this very visual act…

Caught through the lens,
of the sick voyeur’s tool…

And now it’s her turn,
she knows what to do…

With the camera recording,
she leans over him…

Kisses his sweet lips,
before plunging the knife in…

Straight into his heart,
without any hesitation…

Watching him die,
with a cruel fascination…

Smiling so sweetly,
as his life ebbs away…

So high on the feeling,
produced by killing her prey…

And bringing herself slowly,
to an orgasmic state of mind…

Before returning to her screen,
to replay and rewind…

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“Sometimes everything is wrong”…

pen

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He’s writing down his tears…
Describing what he feels inside…
Everything hidden over the years…
All these feelings he’s denied…

Each silver teardrop that falls…
Recalls a memory from the past…
Locked behind his walls…
Each one bigger than the last…

Exploding onto every page…
They erupt out of his mind…
Filled with anger, laced with rage…
Most are vicious and so unkind…

These are words he cannot say…
Emotions that fill him with dread…
They are the source of his decay…
Like a torture chamber in his head…

Making each day a constant grind…
And leaving him so uninspired…
Peace in his soul, he struggles to find…
His mind is so mentally tired…

It may never make much sense…
And it’s so hard to understand…
Some days the pain is so intense…
Sometimes he just can’t expand…

As his heart is full of darkness…
His soul broken, ripped and torn…
She’s the cause of all his sadness…
And for her, he’ll always morn…

Forever chasing her shadow…
Because he couldn’t save her…
And burning in her afterglow…
This guilt he can never transfer…

In a river of blood, he must swim…
With a heart that’s made of stone…
Hurting all those around him…
As he carries this pain alone…

So he’s writing down his tears…
Describing all the hurt he feels inside…
Her face will never disappear…
Nor the screams she desperately cried…

~

“Sometimes everything is wrong”…

pen

~

He’s writing down his tears…
Describing all the hurt he feels inside…
They’ve been hidden throughout the years…
All these feelings he denied…

Each escaping teardrop that falls…
Recalls a bitter memory from the past…
They’ve been hidden behind his walls…
Each one bigger than the last…

Exploding onto each and every page…
They erupt out of his mind…
Filled with anger, laced with rage…
Most are vicious, all so unkind…

These are the words he cannot say…
Emotions that fill him with dread…
They are the source of his decay…
Like a daily torture chamber in his head…

Each day’s a constant grind…
Every second leaves him uninspired…
Peace in his soul, he struggles to find…
His mind’s so mentally tired…

It may never make much sense…
And it’s so hard to understand…
Some days the pain is so intense…
Sometimes he just can’t expand…

Because his heart is full of darkness…
His soul broken, ripped and torn…
She’s the cause of all his sadness…
And for her, he’ll forever morn…

Forever chasing her shadow…
Because he never tried to save her…
He’s burnt up in her afterglow…
This responsibility he can never transfer…

So he hurts all those around him…
And he carries this pain alone…
This river of blood, he must swim…
With a heavy heart made of stone…

He’s writing down his tears…
Describing all the hurt he feels inside…
His guilt will never disappear…
Nor will the screams he never cried…

~

“Sometimes everything is wrong”…

He’s writing down his tears…
Describing all the hurt he feels inside…
They’ve been hidden throughout the years…
All these feelings he denied…
Each escaping teardrop that falls…
Recalls a bitter memory from the past…
They’ve been hidden behind his walls…
Each one bigger than the last…

Exploding onto each and every page…
They erupt out of his mind…
Filled with anger, laced with rage…
Most are vicious, all so unkind…
These are the words he cannot say…
Emotions that fill him with dread…
They are the source of his decay…
Like a daily torture chamber in his head…

Each day’s a constant grind…
Every second leaves him uninspired…
Peace in his soul, he struggles to find…
His mind’s so mentally tired…
It may never make much sense…
And it’s so hard to understand…
Some days the pain is so intense…
Sometimes he just can’t expand…

Because his heart is full of darkness…
His soul broken, ripped and torn…
She’s the cause of all his sadness…
And for her, he’ll forever morn…
Forever chasing her shadow…
Because he never tried to save her…
He’s burnt up in her afterglow…
This responsibility he can never transfer…

So he hurts all those around him…
And he carries this pain alone…
This river of blood, he must swim…
With a heavy heart made of stone…
He’s writing down his tears…
Describing all the hurt he feels inside…
His guilt will never disappear…
Nor will the screams he never cried…

 

Thanks to Jan for the inspiration…