Welcome to my humble bordello. We have wider a selection than you’d ever care to see. We’ve a dame for every damn kind of fellow. Oh, what’s that? Oh, no I’m so sorry- There’s no price high enough to see me.
Flick the shimmer onto flesh, Dash the rouge across the snow- Let the rage go. Powder on mounds of pretension Into that suit you call skin.
Oh yes, yes kind sir. I absolutely detest all of them, even Her.
I’m a peddler of Beauty, A pauper to the fool-hardy. The ones that would rather sip their brewskies, Than tend to their parental duties. Or just the ones that want to attempt to understand Possess some kind of grasp of this chaotic, ritualistic land.
Welcome to my circus, Miss. Oh, no I'm afraid I'd rather give you a slap than a kiss. You're welcome to search our database, But I'm the Monster you'll never know outside this place.
Even if that thing in my between my breasts, Beat hard enough for her to see through my mess. Even if you see something you like, No offense- but take a hike.
Did that Monster Pass her Monstrosity Into me? No wonder No matter which one tries I'd rather be the hurter than lover. These days, I don't answer no matter who cries.
3 Strikes and you're out. 3 Strikes and you're out. 3 Strikes and you're trash- No wonder I'd rather give a courtesan my cash.
Kiss? Slap. Hug? Shove. Touch? Run.
Something happens eventually, Something twisted And demented. Something that creeps in, and drives you to be alone perpetually.
I love watching them all go. As they slink their way toward my chamber. I learned my lesson ten years ago. Now I’m the only true “danger.” Because no matter what, one day- I find some way, To make them all storm away.
Alucarda Incarnate · Tue Dec 03, 2013 @ 05:25am · 0 Comments |