Madame LaLaurie
Come up into my attic, this will be your home Deep in slave quarters, where no one comes to roam Behind a bolted door, to which but I hold the key Safely locked up in a small cage you will be In public, my slaves, I'll treat you all so polite When in my house, You'll feel nothing but fright I must be more careful, their eyes are on me A girl fell to her death as she was trying to flee The Savage Mistress of New Orleans - Madame LaLaurie The most sadistic slave keeper the world did ever see To my whims you're a victim, you're my little toys In torture I find pleasure, you're my own personal joy I'll pull out your intestines and make pretty bows Let's gouge out your eyes and your lips shut sew I'll drill a hole in your skull to stir up your brains Your body I shall contort in angles so strange You could resemble a crab, if I had my will Soon you may die, but you I never wanted to kill
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026