Scar presents... "Cursed"

Father McGuire always said that we’re all prisoners of our "instinctual itch"
I was allowed freedom every so often when the moon rises to a peach-colored pitch
“Purging the beast,” said Mcguire, unleash it, otherwise you’re betraying yourself
The gate of hell is most accommodating. My claws, serrated as primal rage expels
Canine coursing my gumline, unholy musk envelopes my being
Developing needs of unnatural urges. It hurts but the pressure’s preceding
I can smell them; frightened faces as they are lead to the dungeon
They were all criminals: Rapists, murderers - fearful as I lunged in
Father McGuire arranged for my feast - an exorcising of my demon
While curtailing society from the violent propriety of these heathens.
The warm blood splashed my skin. Nectar of the gods dabbled my mouth
Entrails decorated the dungeon floor as heads and limbs scattered about
The madness scoured, what seemed like hours was a matter of minutes
When it was over, silence hung in the air .. and I'm locked back in my prison...



MCD presents... "A Delightful Surprise"

Saturday nights are my favourite - Daddy spoils me with treats
while Mommy visits my Grandma, we make forts out of sheets.
Tonight we played Fortnite before having dinner at eight,
then Daddy went to warm up the car while I finished my plate.
Oh boy! Daddy lets me pick out whichever candy I like!
I put my shoes on and closed the door to the garage behind,
climbed into the back-seat & pulled the belt over my shoulder,
said "hi Daddy!" but he couldn't hear me over the sound of the motor.
We aren't moving, but I don't care - I feel delightfully pleasant,
and so sleepy all of a sudden...I think I'll close my eyes for a second...



Rude Presents... "Kissed by the Night"

It was the coldest winter of my life, I met death with a dagger.
Watching from the shadows, he crept passed the steps of the tavern.
My dress had been tattered, eyes wide - helpless and ravaged.
His expression was savage, as I cried -his weapon was jagged.
He whispered something, before my last breath had been vanished.
I struggled to hear what it was, but I guess that I managed,
though my vision was fading, the message was panic.
I awoke gasping with my neck in bandage, must've slept in a casket.
He beckons me laughing, pointing - just to get my reaction....
as I stare in the mirror and notice my reflection is absent...



Mr. Soule' Presents... "Birth"

She screamed like a banshee, a stiff grip on her husband's wrist,
it felt like a punishment for the ten months she'd struggled with.
"Ouch, you fuckin' bitch!" he thought, hidden behind a snarky grin,
together, they had mad love, complicated like Joker and Harley Quinn.
"It's okay, just push again!" the doctor focused on the baby to be,
but a few seconds later, what he would see had him racing to breathe.
He dropped dead to the floor, the nurse, raving with screams,
the baby had a couple of horns and a long tail waving with ease.
The husband stood in shock but the mother was in love and shameless,
it felt like ages, waiting to give birth to the son of Satan...