Go ahead dear, sear your face,
Boiling oil will soon erase,
All your beauty, all your pain,
Faceless, brainless, you’ll remain.
Those who covet beauty
Do the most abusive things.
Go ahead child, go quite wild,
This is not the time for mild.
Slice your skin, and brand
Plain and ugly, now you stand.
Maybe now, they’ll leave you be,
Stop the blood eventually,
And let you make
your grand escape;
For ugly girls are seldom
Beauty, you’ve learned, is a curse,
For girls it seems, there’s nothing worse,
Than lustful men, with drooling tongues,
Who devour their pretty young.
I wish you could escape this fate,
But like those men, I masturbate,
Every time I see your breasts;
For I am just like all
I fuck you now, I’ll fuck you then,
Even when you
ruin your skin,
For you are perfect,
to the core;
Beloved ugly, daughter whore.
your face, your
Ingest your wine in long deep
As I draw near again to skin,
in your apocalips.
Your mouth enshrined,
conjoined with mine,
Becomes a sacred dance of
When lips collide, resistance
I live but only by your
A kiss they say is just a
But yours ensnares my soul
Not only flesh, but spirit
Forever, your apocalips.
Of course I want to hold you,
Face to face, chest
And keep you safe from worldly harm,
And love you more than all the rest.
Of course I want to
see you soar,
Far beyond these current crowds,
And see you fly both far and high,
Well beyond these muted clouds.
here I sit, in craggy cliffs,
And groom your wings, and do my best,
To build a place for your return,
When you should
need this restive nest.
The hardest things are letting go,
Of those we love and those we hate.
case love is all I feel,
As you, my daughter, incubate.
I slip into your room at night, and rape you in your sleep;
For this is what good daddies do; they love you very deep.
Of course you know you mustn’t cry, and must not ever tell,
‘Cause this our secret must remain, my heaven and your hell.
I place you on my lap
by day, and kiss your tiny cheek,
You smile and laugh as you were taught, and wiggle in my seat.
I blame you for precociousness, for so much sex appeal,
And tell you all your memories, and nightmares are not real.
One day you’ll leave
this house of mine, and find another Dad,
But I’ll make sure
that I’m the best, rapist, you ever had.
And I will bind you with
these chains, of shame and guilt and pain,
Forever in the midnight
hour, when Daddy comes again.
Lesbo, faggot, gay, bi, queer,
What the fuck are you my dear?
We need labels to control you,
Ridicule and pigeonhole you.
Genderqueer or gender fluid?
Pagan, Celtic, witch, or Druid?
You can’t be yourself, you know,
You’ve got a pussy down below.
So choose a label on the table,
Try one on when you are able,
And fuck your right to
Get back up on that faggot shelf.