Lovely Lady

You may be beautiful,

But what more do you have?

With looks, but no money?

I’ll pay you for your worth.

 

Some coins for your teeth

Royal with their pearly crowns.

 

A dozen dollars for your hair

Locks of their own without being captured by keys.

 

I gave you freedom from your looks

In exchange for a human toy.

 

Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.

The End of Days

Raise your hand to the sky

With liquid as red as life

Pulsing in the shattered glass.

 

Make a toast to the Gods

To bring you serenity

As you sacrifice your soul for pleasure.

 

Say goodbye to your lover

As the knife pierces your skin

And the blood flows eternally

Until the end of days.