The swarm of blood made a thud against the eye,
Yet the try didn't matter, it just couldn't cry,
As the demons within screamed die you fuck,
The optic was in dismay, it had seen too much,
From its first touch to the feel of the lid,
It had witnessed the growth from a young kid,
But what this person did reminded of satan,
Causing death, hurt and bringing the hatin,
Tales of raping swum vividly around the vortex,
While the bloody tornado shouted "Your Next!",
The wreck of a life was clear even in the dark,
From that first crime watched in the small park,
At first it was a lark, but then came the power,
Of groups who were pulling him under by the hour,
No shower or wash could free the eye from seeing,
The cold callous actions of his own human being,
Geeing up by his superiors, the man went out,
The arm came out, a person reacted with a shout,
But the bout was still open, sickening behaviour,
As the man cruelly said, "Here's a grave for ya",
It was amazing for, the two eyes to connect,
One was alive, one was dying, both were wrecked,
So we must dissect our actions when we blink,
As if our eyes were people, what would they think?

Her voice, it sings to me an irresistible beckoning
Her eyes, seducing me to return for her brand of abuse
Her lies give me the perfect reason to discard morality
Completing my longing soul, exchanging sanity for escape
Her kisses lull me in a state of rapturous ecstasy
Leading me to a utopia of perverse, sadist dreams
In exchange, I pledge obedience, a pact for my enslavement
My dark mistress of pain, my beloved atrocity
Intoxication of the blood, subjugation of the will,
I am this lifeless, mindless corpse
Don’t want my misery, this imperfect reality
She is the key to my escape
She bleeds me of my essence in exchange for tainted love
She desecrates my soul, with sedation as my reward
She drains my life force, replacing it with poison aftertastes
I am her living art, her mass destruction’s masterpiece
I have nothing to face, nothing to fear again
This venom’s just the thing to cure the virus known as life
My final sacrifice for her virulent paradise
Existence lost its value, I shall engulf myself in my own spite
Intoxication of the blood, subjugation of the will,
I am this lifeless, mindless corpse
Don’t want my misery, this imperfect reality
She holds the key to my escape
And dangles it above my face, as I lie helplessly awaiting death.
Choking on my abhorrence
Before my eyes flash my regrets
Her selfish love has bled me dry, her kiss leave me in excruciating pain
Her once-gentle voice now haunts me in my final hour
My dark mistress of pain, I sing my bitter ode to you
as you abandon me. I slowly fade away and gasp,
”Before you spread your epidemic once again, I’ll sing to you
my agonizing swansong, tyrant queen.”