stella. (stelladieve) wrote in wayyouwhisper,
stella.
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...Jezebel...

Two poems, same title. A few of the same stanzas. Different tangents, if that makes sense. Read on.

Jezebel
Jezebel's eyes are vacant
Green orbs are crying blood
There's a hole inside her brain
Grab a whip and join the fun

She wants to crawl inside the hole
And fill the empty space
But the hole is getting bigger
And the black is not to waste

Jezebel can't comprehend
How much deeper is this hole
She crawls inside and begs to die
It satisfies her soul

But when escape has gone too far
And Jezebel's in pain
And the hole is too expansive
The blood falls down like rain

Whips and cuffs constrict her more
And leather grabs her tight
Another collar for the whore
Jezebel is ghostly white

She slides her way outside the hole
Hot air meets every surface
There's Jezebel collapsed in bed
Her body fallen from grace

And here is Jezebel2
Jezebel's eyes are vacant
Green orbs are crying blood
There's a hole inside her brain
Grab a whip and join the fun

Help control her sanity
Provoke her gaping senses
So much pain, so little time
Render her defenseless

Look upon the bed, my dear
Where Jezebel is writing
Take a roll and tape her shut
Now her eyes do all the screaming

Cuffs and chains constrict her more
And leather grabs her tight
Another collar for the whore
Jezebel is ghostly white

Crimson strips and scarlet striped
Lay strewn across her body
Fill the gap in her dying soul
Bring ruin to this hypocrisy

The end.

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