Evil Games by Mistress

Father like arms wrap around me tight
I wish I could stay till the morning light
Convincing myself that these thoughts are right
Together we stay, in my mind I fight
You look like my daddy, the both of you
Too bad for one, its me that’s untrue
I’m out for myself, and all I want is to play
I’m sick in the head, fucking crazy I’d say
It’s not my fault, he made me this way
Throw me to the ground, wrap my legs around
Wet tongue going down, shhh…don’t make a sound
Evil games plague my mind
Never happy inside
I’ll love you till I die, don’t stick with me, run and hide

Scorpio (67.162.95.179) -- Thursday, September 2 2004, 05:52 am

no title
Very disturbing, but good, nonetheless. I enjoyed it and it sounds like some sick and twisted thing which would go through my mind. But you have a lot of talent and I'd like to see more of your work. Very nice poem and I hope it's just fiction.

Dani (211.26.126.33) -- Saturday, July 9 2005, 03:46 pm

I too feel as you
I feel so close to what you say,
And I understand in my own way.
Your words from deep,
I bet you having trouble trying to sleep.
I too can't close my eyes.
Too sadened by my cries

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