Beleza the Krasa Regina

How I found you-
Your bright shining hair
Glistened in the sun.
You smiled at me,
Eyes so bright and blue.
I knew I had to have you.

You were everything I hated
And all that I wanted.
Though your beauty masked your vainness.

You were what I wanted
Displayed on a slab.
You once wished for no pain.
But it’s all a part of life.
And I love what I induce.
Me and my friends
It was a game for you
As it is for us.

No pain for you-
No pain for me;
But if you want pain
I’ll give it to you.

Laying down I tie you up-
Half naked with leather straps.
Then take a dull blade
And make the fist incision
On your upper thigh.

It doesn’t puncture or bleed at first.
So harder I press the blade against your flesh.
As you bleed and scream in agony
I laugh with every cut.

With a slice to your forearm,
With every screaming cut I smirk.
With a look in your fear and pain filled eyes
I just get so worked up.

Slowly draining some of your blood
Into a glass for wine
I take a sip…just a taste for things to come.
I make you wearing like that dress of silk you tossed.
Tears rolling down your pretty face.
All your dreams are smeared
In red and purple diamonds
As a make you last cut for the day
Across that pretty face.

I work with Angels who’ve disgraced
Never have they one such as you
So pretty on my slab
All want to have their way.
So pretty to hear you scream
In agony and pleasure.

Days have passed
I wonder are they looking for the beauty queen
With the perfect of grace?
Of course they are who would not want to possess
A beauty such as you.

I work with Demons who frenzy over beauty.
After your morning pleasure.
You call me disgusting and other hurtful words.
But as they say actions speak louder than words
And you enjoy you time here with us
As every day you grow more beautiful and stunning
In your bloody dress and carcass.
Mary would be so proud to hear that her descendant
Is being made the beauty queen off all sides of cherub’s den.

Over passing weeks
You grow boring as your reactions to your slaughter
Grow ever less enticing with less screams and fervor.
Music no longer masks your loss of agony
Yet your heart still beats a rapid tune.

Another day I bore of you and your lack of empathy.
Your heartbeat is less
Sadly you may not last another night.
With a pout I set you free.
Where you will be found
Back where you belong into the Sun.
If you survive
I pray you will be nicer to your kind.

No more pain for you.
No less pain for me.