only the whores will mourn me

 don’t bring me the face of innocence
purity & pigtails
needing a light kiss & tender caress

if your face is bold in my gaze
I will slap it
your hair in the gauntlet of my grip

your mascara’d tears will run like
black liquid sorrow
pooling as honey on your lips

the fire in my eyes will
prophesize your demise
in my chamber, there are no doors, no windows

strip away your denim & lace
my Jezebel remains naked
my chains & your pain will define you

faithless & fallen woman, sprawl on my bed
your flesh is my fantasy
I will taste the submission of your curves & hollows

my sex is violent & enthralling
your screams will delight me
the crack of your orgasm, a gift from Gehenna


when the devil beckons me
on a thundering night
the whores will drop roses on my funeral pyre