Terror
TERROR... This is what you call me... I strike terror among men I can't be bothered by what they think I bare my cross, my soul, myself I forgive ... but I never forget I've been put upon this earth in FEMALE form But I can handle myself with the best of you as well as the worst and I often have I have the right to remain silent but I choose to speak, sing, scream I am LIPS, HIPS, TITS... I AM THE POWER OF A WOMAN STRONG like music true like friendship but without my friends there would be no music... only spoken word... fucker... fucker! I am able to change so I live without regret, without remorse Only a remix I am drunk, I am sober. Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over. Don't bother trying to censor me, or shut me up because it won't work. I am cold and distant yet warm and close to those who deserve to see that side of me part of me... the heart of me. You find me so hard to understand in your world, the world you perceive to be so normal I am deformed... scorned, reborn I am me and I know exactly who I am, what I am and the wrath that I bring the ugly beauty, the lying truth, the virgin whore... the quiet storm a lover, a fighter, a saint, a sinner, a sister, a daughter old school...... a beginner. I have decorated myself with love, hate, truth... you all of you, both of you, none of you... more than one of you fucker... fucker! with lips like sugar, eyes like meat. I've watched men come, go and cheat I sleep to dream and dream of sleep. I had a dream Joe that you were standing in the middle of an open road. I had a dream Joe that your hands were raised up to the sky and your mouth was covered in foam. I've been crucified, justified and mortified by my behaviour, both feminine and masculine. I am a contradiction, a juxtapostion. my relief is my release and only time will tell all is well that ends well. I am unsweetened, unclean... been called drama queen, ex-girlfriend, ex-member... the tantrum, the temper I point my finger... take the blame and this time I will own the name because no-one is going to ruin me, if I have to I WILL RUIN MYSELF AND IT WILL BE 'MY RUIN' FUCKER! fucker! fucker! fucker! FUCKER!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026
Do you remember those words you whispered to me on that fateful day in Italy Mr B? I can hear you singing face on fire blue skies your eyes my beautiful liar I'm still breathing you can't kiss me kill me darling I know you miss me can't resist me call me Miss B... I love it when you call me Miss B. Can you hear me talking? Can you see me? red lights my lips she can never be me... she can never be me now I'm screaming what can I break? My heart's broken... silverlake, San Francisco, Switzerland, Lacumza, England, Budapest, Mulhouse, June 10th, June 10th do you remember June 10th? I can't forget June 10th... I remember when we met do you remember or do you forget? You were so perfect, so pure like an angel you were like an angel... amen and I remember thinking, I remember thinking.... my God, my God he is just so beautiful, so fuckin amazing and every night, every night I would watch you, I would watch you watching me and we swore, we swore that night that nothing would come between us that no-one would come between us do you remember? Ecstasy in Paris... laying down in the middle of the street in the middle of the night in the centre of you I was humbled by your power, on the 9th plane... 666 Acacia Avenue, somewhere in hell digging the hell out of you, digging the hell in you... my co conspirator, my executioner, my sacrificial lamb, my friend, my lover, my martyr are you my enemy now? You once asked me 'Is Existence All We Share?'... You tell me when you remember June 10th, do you remember June 10th?
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026
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