PsychoKitten
Bluelight Crew
Accomplished liar
Watching through mirrors, yearning
Mimicking and imitating as foolish people gravitate
Swept into the whirlpool of her troubled mind
A veritable succubus
Predatory sexual heat searing each victim
A lesson in disease learnt
Drum beats in time to a weary heart
No rest for the wicked
With each victim fallen the search begins fresh
Carefully selecting those most vulnerable
Then plotting a course to fulfil her needs
Deception and dreams
Hand in hand dancing around them as she casts her net
Capturing a foolish few who won’t see the truth
Desire smashing into pain before the night is over.
Scattered remains
She bleeds them dry then moves away
Through it all, conviction in her innocence does not waver
In her mind, it is she who has been victimised.
Transparent and Broken
Like an old whore who keeps working to keep living
Patterns set in stone, record left on repeat
Reality surrendered to an imagined dream
Crocodile tears
It’s all so tragic, this suburban melodrama
Viewed with uncomfortable amusement from box seats
Each viewer aware of how very close they came
Amazing isn’t it?
How in desperation she clings to the stage
The lure of the spotlight always so far out of reach
Dregs of society, hanging on by a thread
Watching through mirrors, yearning
Mimicking and imitating as foolish people gravitate
Swept into the whirlpool of her troubled mind
A veritable succubus
Predatory sexual heat searing each victim
A lesson in disease learnt
Drum beats in time to a weary heart
No rest for the wicked
With each victim fallen the search begins fresh
Carefully selecting those most vulnerable
Then plotting a course to fulfil her needs
Deception and dreams
Hand in hand dancing around them as she casts her net
Capturing a foolish few who won’t see the truth
Desire smashing into pain before the night is over.
Scattered remains
She bleeds them dry then moves away
Through it all, conviction in her innocence does not waver
In her mind, it is she who has been victimised.
Transparent and Broken
Like an old whore who keeps working to keep living
Patterns set in stone, record left on repeat
Reality surrendered to an imagined dream
Crocodile tears
It’s all so tragic, this suburban melodrama
Viewed with uncomfortable amusement from box seats
Each viewer aware of how very close they came
Amazing isn’t it?
How in desperation she clings to the stage
The lure of the spotlight always so far out of reach
Dregs of society, hanging on by a thread

lovely work as always gorgeous.