Drawing Dead
by
Antonia Biscardi

Writings


THE HOUSE

An empty house filled with hate

Bare walls stained with lies

Hollow rooms crowded with noises

Abandoned hallways pregnant with sin

 

Windows cracked from violent screams

Doors unhinged from nights of rage

Nail marks scraped along the floors

Blood soaked cobwebs glistening

 

Daylight grovels of this place

Black with night at 2pm

Cold along the concrete steps

Trails of life seeped in the cracks

 

Stench of fear oozes from her skin

Flames bear witness to the horror

Crackled sounds from the gasoline

Dirt flies up from his 57 Chevy

THE DEVIL'S ATTIC

She hides herself in a darkened corner

Ashes surround her dirty feet

Sounds of screaming beneath the floorboards

Painful blisters from the rising heat

Her trembling hands cover her eardrums

Crouched motionless from the fright

A demonic chant embodies her spirit

As cold and black as winters night

 

Vibrating through her very existence

A knock she feels within her soul

Tremendous drops of tears descend

A laugh to match a thunder’s roll

 

He reaches out his hands to hers

A grin as good as a thousand miles

Accompanied by a stench so great

Thus ending her complete denial

 

Exhaustion seeps into her pores

Her choices blown unto the wind

The devil’s attic of where she’s laid

A safe haven lost for she has sinned

 

 



Lipstick Love


A lipstick love with rainbow skies,
Sweet gumdrop rain and butterflies,
Her precious prince with sky blue eyes,
Magic unicorns and cherry pies. 

Peppermints and candy canes,
He kisses her arm and pricks her vein,
Shoots sugar to replace the pain,
Turning sunshine into hurricanes.
 
Blackness falls while she takes flight,
Fluffy kittens chased away by fright,
Diamond demons now will star her night,
Her precious prince all dressed in white.
 
With satin sheets and champagne taste,
Chocolate berries perfectly placed,
He gently covers her body in lace,
She start to feel his warm embrace.
 
A glimpse of truth within his eyes,
Ignites his love like fireflies,
Her precious prince, her perfect prize,
A lipstick love, a love demised.
 
A broken heart matched broken bones,
Her made up bloody face unknown,
She screams from his unusual tone,
Tries frantically to grab the phone.
 
A lipstick love, love so intense,
Her dreams of their white picket fence,
Is being strangled by her ill offense,
Being tightened more by his defense.
 
Her precious prince, her big mistake,
A slice of rich temptation cake,
Another man, her love was fake,
Or so he felt with every ache.
 
A violent rape left paralyzed,
Another drug makes someone die,
Lying lifeless as he starts to cry,
Her innocence taken by vicious lies.
 
A lipstick love, a love no more,
Blood soaked right down onto the floor,
A precious prince whom she adored,
Now opens up his dresser drawer.
 
To finish off his one last chore.
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