“And my heart is sick of being in chains”…

Please welcome Child Within as tonight’s Guest Poet.

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Tears tease the tumultuous calmness of my inner child
transforming it into a beast
where did innocence go?
hear my heart talking gibberish,
there is guilt engraved inside me
simple thoughts trap, tangle, torment my familiar world
feeding my demons, nourishing your hopeless selfishness,
Your existence is my sorrow,
your bleeding is my death,
I’m handcuffed to the past
you are crying in the future
Will I ever be free?
My mind’s cruel art
demolishes any sculpture of joy
familiarity feels safe,
is safety my illusion?
Dreams don’t lie in repetition
revealing your reality
Unlocking the key to my sanity
grieving your brutal honesty
I cherish me
hope is in my heart
like a snake’s skin I shed you
little by little
I am free..

“Trying to keep an eye on you”…



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…