#twisted poetry

LIVE

She sleeps

As hungry gazes devour her

She sleeps

Through the violation without a single stir

She sleeps

As greedy hands join the eyes

She sleeps

As her abused body cries

She sleeps

As her integrity is tainted

She sleeps

And it’s an ugly red in which her body is painted

When she finally opens her eyes

To be fed with cruesome lies

Her sleeping beauty was all he cared for

not Aurora, the former maiden, with her ickle body sore.

Bald Rapunzel

Once upon a time deep in the forest in the highest tower

The princess had once sung in a chamber

Causing the growth and flourishing of every flower

Before dissecting each single member

Her lullabies have long ago turned into cruciating screams

Through the tiny window she sees the light

But it won’t feel right

And she’s falling apart at the seams

This window, once a portal to freedom started leading to her doom

No longer trying to escape the shadows the crawls in the darkest corners of her room

Seldom someone shouts the words that have already lost their meaning

“Rapunzel, let down your hair” just sends her off to do more keening

And how she keeps on wailing every day

Grieving her cruel fate which is forever to stay

And as she lies there, almost dead

She wishes for the fairytale ending everyone claims she had.

Closed eyes, hair forming your halo
You rest peacefully
Lips portraying a smile, so mellow
As your gown swirls around your limbs gracefully

Euphoria must be the liquid I consume
Poured out by supernatural spirits
Residing in this sordid room
Creating an ecstasy mankind forbids

Spellbound I am locked in place
Unable to tear my eyes away
Guided to your features by invisible rays
An almost voyeuristic awe begs me to stay

Though the truly enchanting beauty
The symphony of intakes of breath and a steady heartbeat
Is what separates joy from duty
And sighing heavily I cover your silhouette with a dark sheet

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