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