The Grotesque
   
    A kiss from bloodied lips,
    silenced tongue licks the fist,
    beautiful are your bruises
   
    Trapped within glass cocoon,
    the butterfly grows no wings,
    grounded slave of mine
   
    Your presence will always linger,
    ... here in the grotesque
    Your tears will forever rain,
    ... here in the grotesque
   
    Perfect pair are we,
    sadistic monster stalks wanton prey
   
    Macabre dance, we are violence,
    stripped of self, love is surrender
   
    Betrayed desires, cherished gift of pain,
    bed of regret, I am your vampire
   
    Your broken smile will always be
    ... a portrait of the grotesque
    Your haunting eyes will forever
    ... lead me back to the grotesque
   
    Spider spin a web,
    catch the fly unaware,
    pleasure is the struggle
   
    I become a god,
    butterfly sprawled upon the altar,
    sweet sacrifice unto me
   
    This love is a feast,
    ... at the table of the grotesque
    Every lie wears my skin,
    ... I am the grotesque
   
    Hungry life the wolf,
    perfume of blood attacks the senses,
    feed me what I crave
   
    Cracks in the cocoon,
    freedom is a breath never taken,
    in silence I grow weak
   
    Absence is a disease that kills,
    you become the death of me,
    in the grave I pray for your return
   
    Tender kiss from bloody lips,
    a hole where there was once control,
    weakened prey, once a monster
   
    Together we are the grotesque ...

Copyright CW. Hobbs/2009