Vicky Victory Vikki and Victoria
in a visceral tale,
led to avast
their vacant and stale
villain from the past
-father dear
we've come to eat you
so come right here
where we can meat you.
V_V
They were born on the same day
In the same hour, and in the same way.
With the same hair and identical smiles,
with identical stares in their identical eyes
that followed him always.
They were his gift of life
as their coming
had taken his wife.
He raised them, all four,
under the watchful eyes
and the watchful stares
of the people who knew them.
Four identical dresses,
eight identical shoes,
four identical matches,
following this man's blues.
They'd skip in tow-
a train that hops,
as they'd often go
with him to the shops
-and the people stared.
They thought to themselves
that they'd like to know,
wether they were right
in their opinions, showed.
The population would sneer.
"Where does he let them sleep,
under the stares? up in the loft?
Their eyes are glazed
and their skin looks soft,
like it's ready to break at the slightest whistle?"
He'd never let anyone come near.
Vicky...
Victory...
Vikki...
Victoria...
He had four young girls.
They all bled on the same day
In the same hour,and in the same way.
With the same hair and erotic smiles,
with neurotic stares in their identical eyes
that looked at him always.
They were his theft of life
as they had grown fond
of the blade of a knife.
He touched them, all four
under the watchful eyes
of the sisters who knew him.
Four identical tongues,
eight identical grips,
four identical knives,
hiding while this man strips.
Thay'd stab in tow-
a train that slits,
their fangs then showed
as they ate him in bits
-and the people stared.
They thought to themselves
that they'd like to know,
wether they were right
in their opinions, showed.
The population would fear.
"Where has he suddenly gone?
Did he flee or pass away?
And why is there blood
on their pale smiles today?"
No one would ever come near.
Vicky.
Victory.
Vikki.
Victoria.
Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-10-10 at 03:41
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in a visceral tale,
led to avast
their vacant and stale
villain from the past
-father dear
we've come to eat you
so come right here
where we can meat you.
V_V
Vicky Victory Vikki Victoria
He had four young girls.They were born on the same day
In the same hour, and in the same way.
With the same hair and identical smiles,
with identical stares in their identical eyes
that followed him always.
They were his gift of life
as their coming
had taken his wife.
He raised them, all four,
under the watchful eyes
and the watchful stares
of the people who knew them.
Four identical dresses,
eight identical shoes,
four identical matches,
following this man's blues.
They'd skip in tow-
a train that hops,
as they'd often go
with him to the shops
-and the people stared.
They thought to themselves
that they'd like to know,
wether they were right
in their opinions, showed.
The population would sneer.
"Where does he let them sleep,
under the stares? up in the loft?
Their eyes are glazed
and their skin looks soft,
like it's ready to break at the slightest whistle?"
He'd never let anyone come near.
Vicky...
Victory...
Vikki...
Victoria...
He had four young girls.
They all bled on the same day
In the same hour,and in the same way.
With the same hair and erotic smiles,
with neurotic stares in their identical eyes
that looked at him always.
They were his theft of life
as they had grown fond
of the blade of a knife.
He touched them, all four
under the watchful eyes
of the sisters who knew him.
Four identical tongues,
eight identical grips,
four identical knives,
hiding while this man strips.
Thay'd stab in tow-
a train that slits,
their fangs then showed
as they ate him in bits
-and the people stared.
They thought to themselves
that they'd like to know,
wether they were right
in their opinions, showed.
The population would fear.
"Where has he suddenly gone?
Did he flee or pass away?
And why is there blood
on their pale smiles today?"
No one would ever come near.
Vicky.
Victory.
Vikki.
Victoria.
Poetry by Aven Black
Read 523 times
Written on 2009-10-10 at 03:41
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