Dreams in Deviance

she’s the demoness in the red dress
she’s the one who knows how to bless

the dark desires in her mind
the one’s who fall out of time

alone in pain, dreams of my despair
tied with no quarter, to this tainted chair

i see her means
the stitching in ripped seams

ideals drowning in a sea of desire
she makes out of reality the seer into a liar

without her torture i see with blinded eyes
within her notions the meat draws all the flies

i am the symbiote, the needle pulls away
she draws the blood that makes me want to stay

she dreams in deviance
streams deceiving us

her dark desires
low lit fires

dark broodings between
dark figures it seems

bringing to her liar
self deception in a blank stare

dangerous meetings
experiences fleeting

feeding her need
the darkest breed

dangerous intentions
bondage mentions

what it means to be violated
strangers being initiated

in her heart she seeks the brood
to feed her need to hold the mood

despair the means by which she feels
the soul shredded tries to heal