Hell

I want to choke you
and make you feel the worst
and end you over your photos you claim I kept
Stupid, and foolish, what a selfish person
How do you sleep at night?
How do you sleep at night?
Surely, you stumble inside of your dreams
Surely, karma knows just what you need
So, claim we made it all a hell just for you
and I will pave the way, pave the way back down there for you
I want to choke you
and make you hurt the most
and spill you over the boxes you think I kept
Evil and wicked, and such a devious person
How do you live with yourself?
How do you live with youself?
Do you stutter on your lies from your mouth?
Do you sweat inside your skin to be found out?
So, claim we made it all a hell for you
and I will name the road in your honor straight back home for you

Evil Wears a Good Woman's Face

I have seen this disease in many a cold hearted woman
I have seen manipulated men become heart broken
I have seen the devil in their beautiful eyes
I have seen the tokens they wear to bring demise
I know how they are and I know how they do what they do
It's a shame they play the game as well as they do

Primp and preen
Lay the mask on thick
Show a little leg and smile so quick
Speak kind and give many, oh many, a compliment
And then knock them down to the pavement

I have seen the anguish in many a mistreated child
I have seen the leftovers of someone born of wild
I know like a stalking tiger they will kill in glee
All wearing pretty patterns your eyes can't help but see

Primp and preen
Lay the mask on thick
Show a little leg and smile so quick
Speak kind and give many, oh many, a compliment
And then knock them down and let them die in your cement....

and when they strive to stand back up, you make them feel the fool
for they were the ones who lost their footing

I have seen many a wicked woman in wanton ways
Court her prey in trickery and leave them there for days
Crooking fingers, calling men, tearing them apart
then going home and eating out all the children's hearts
They will tell the world in sorrow someone else was there
and put the blame somewhere else to go and fix their hair

Primp and preen
Lay the mask on thick
Showing leg and a smile so sick
Speak false kindness and lay on the compliments
Then choke the life from them, from all the innocent

I have seen the destruction from many a cruel hearted woman
I have seen the devil in their eyes bring about devastation
I have seen the great triumphant look in their eyes when  they kill
Like a tiger on the prowl through the night in air so still
Taking man and child down alike while holding a smile firm in place
A mask of utter evil is etched on every pretty wicked face

Primp and preen
Lay the mask on thick
They show a little leg and smile so quick
Speaking kind and giving many a compliment
and then they make the worst of it
and kill off all that could have been
in their wicked, wicked, evil, horrid ways
all wearing a good woman's face
and never an apology or feeling bad for their wickedness
they don't care as long as they come out in innocence

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

She's the Devil

She's a viper in the nest
a poison for your mouth
a sealed lipped kiss
and a ticket way down south
Her bosom is a mirage
sent to lead you to your doom
and inside her coffin says
"Here lies your tomb"
She's a master of disguise
and her words are shaped like stones
bruised upon your body
and building up her thrones
Set atop her high chair
she shall watch you fall asleep
into a deathly nightmare
where her madness you will reap
She's a nasty little devil
and a demon plays her song
when she wakes up each morning
the evils follow her along
Her echo chases for you
and chokes your withering ears
left scarred from her whippings
you have born the marks for years
She's a bottomless well to fall through
She's an electric coated fence
She's a potion you can die from
Body aching, bones so tense
as you cough up your heart
and it spills out on the floor
she'll pick it up and eat it
always demanding more
So, you better run for cover
Lock your windows and seal the walls
Never open up for her
and don't you heed her calls
She's a wicked little secret
you never knew was true
now she is coming here for victims
She's coming here for you

Wicked Mistress

A garden in rows all neat and in line

Special you called it, you called it divine

You made it a marvel to breathe in the aroma

and you kicked them all out

and locked the gate

And shut the joys out

For your sanity's sake

Mrs. Mary, you were quite the contrary one

Never having any fun

Mrs. Mary you became like a bum

and never paid anyone

Now your garden's over-run

with sickly things to come

Better, better run before you're done

You'd made them work like slaves

Until each rose was perfection

And made them dig their own graves

for some twisted revelation

Evil was your middle name

Evil was your candle's flame

Wicked Mistress

Your garden of rows is now in a decline

Special, you'd called it but now it's a sign

The proof that you lost it and you're crazy now

There's a gate at the entrance

There's no visitors now

For your sanity's sake

Mrs. Mary, you were quite the contrary one

Never having any fun

Mrs. Mary, you became like a bum

and never paid anyone

Now your garden's over-run

with sickly things to come

Better, better run before you're done

Wicked Mistress



Poison and a Hearse

those stars just don't seem to ever cross
and the bridges I burnt are a formidable loss
the echoes of past times are a sickening sound
and when you enter here my head spins around
there is no light in these darkened rooms
I choke and die within your toxic fumes
you let me crawl across the floor in agony
and never give me any of your mercy
and now those stars rain down like evil fire
and all the reasons I held onto become dire
you breathe the poison into me like a curse
and then call for me a long black hearse
and watch as I'm taken in a coffin of loss
bearing the emblem of a broken cross
so my lifeless form will remember the sickening sound
of the love that I sought after and never found

7/3/11

Walls of My Rome

"Wrong is in these Walls"

you are in every wrong thing in the world
a sickly snatcher of the soul
a trick in the lights and a false sign
leading to a false way home
you are a master of deceit
on your tongue is painted lies
and in your fingers are the ruins
of the fools who met demise
nasty breaker of the hearth
ruining warmth and comforts there
like an evil little ghoul
setting the world on fire here
oh, the hapless are your tools
made them play the lies you ate
and when we all turn up as fools
bathe our whole lives in hate
because we let you
yes, we let you
let the wrong inside the walls

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"Downfall Of My Rome"

a needle in your side
becomes the crossbow arrow
shot right through your core
and pained though you may be
nothing compared to my loss
the hourglass is lying
I am sure
a thimble full of wishes
becomes the downfall of my Rome
somehow I let this happen
never wanting so much heartache
and this undying loss
the hourglass must be lying
or we are doomed

both by elizabeth azpurua 10/5/10