archaismic

a poem... ready?!

Makeup Sex

(Hate)
Your beautifull fuck, her precious suck
your animal lust, violence a must
deamons within make her want your sin
force the pain inside her legs divide
inside her petite sweet piece of meat
ripping and tearing your vile sharing
(Passion)
covered in ick sick sticky and slick
shiney new blades her body invades
dragged across flesh skin so fresh
love wounds bud with vines of blood
gagged her groans, turn to moans
her tears running, free all for thee
fear in her eyes, remember her lies
clockwork whore, her need for more
she loves the pain, drives her sane
(Love)
choke the bitch, scratch her itch
grab her hips, taste her lips
make her scream, make her cream
you cover her face, ending the chase
the evil is gone, you feel no wrong
slip into slumber, no more hunger.

The paintings were done by me. They have the poem on them in order of hate-passion-love.