Femininity is beautiful, no higher commodity to be possessed.
I am a painted petal of desire, display my skin as a fashion accessory.
Shackled to your arm in slavery, paraded as objectified beauty.
I would protest were not my mouth sewn shut,
and my body drained of strength on a diet of Evian.
No, my queen, you judge me harsh, I worship you,
it 'tis I who is chained to your grace, bound by your beauty.
I place you on a pedestal and bow before you,
all around you pales in comparison to your essence.
I treasure you, I offer myself to you on bended knee,
I am your slave, you are my Goddess of Splendor.
You speak as though I am a queen, crowned
with diamonds and jewels of your affection,
when I am the snarling lapdog, a trophy to straddle
and defile. You buy my services with expense junk
serenade my innocence with empty promises.
I am so worthless, numbed that I please your shallow desire
so I can at least feel disgust, vomit upon this pornographic skin.
Your words of defilement distress me and are unjust,
what must I do to prove myself, to make you deem me worthy.
Have I not erected monuments to honor your perfection,
must I pay you tribute at your feet, wrap you in spun gold.
Your every desire I wish to fulfill for only the gift of your company,
forgive my vanity and pride, I am but a man whose eyes were born to see you.
I have bestowed many pleasures upon you, still you deny me,
it is not my sin to display you, to showcase your beauty ...
one so exquisite must be viewed in the proper light.
Am I ungrateful, callous and venomous to your love?
When I gaze in your coal eyes I see only reflections
of greed and lust, these monuments you erect stone, marble and skin
fail to seal the void inside. Sculpted face of desire,
you hunger for my treasures that are temporary.
Only your stone icons serve your diseased obsession,
But they shall be eroded by times parasitic kiss,
crumbling into dust sharing the same fate the tomb of our love.
Slowly I choke under your Barbie doll regime,
caked with make up, skin tainted in foul stench of perfume,
A heavenly perfection in anorexic, still won't be your lover.
Your words of naivety, jaded amuse me,
you want for nothing, for what do you lack.
I have dressed you in tapestries of envy,
sculptors with scalpels have perfected what was not.
You should be more grateful, more gracious,
there are lines forming to take your place ...
Carbon copy clones with assembly line breasts,
all licking their painted on smiles to walk on your runway.
With but a wave of my hand you could cease to exist.
there is no demand for a beauty queen stripped of her crown.
I am disposable then, replace me.
Why twist me to your own needs
when you can get these dolls tailor made?
You have given me nothing of value,
Ice diamonds share all the warmth of your heart.
Shower me with rose petals, wilting as my spirit vanishes.
These halls of marble where you hang my image
are Hell to me. My reflection taunts me,
I look at myself and I am empty.
If you love me truly then kill me,
and kiss away my misery.
"Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? "
"Here chewing your tail is joy"
"Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time".
"Do not listen to a word I say
Just listen to what I can keep silent"
[This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 05-29-2000).]