Crimson Games

“Demons bleed the same… and I love their taste.”

Step right in, my velvet stage,

Chains that rattle, bars of a cage.

They beg, they crawl, they bite, they cry,

But their pleas are the sweetest lullaby.

I tie their wrists, I kiss their fear,

Whisper: “Sweet monster… I’m right here.”

Crimson games, I play with fire,

Every scream feeds my desire.

Demons dance in ropes of flame,

I break their will, they chant my name.

Shhh… little beast,

Your pain’s my feast.

I cut them slow, I make them sing,

Every scar’s a wedding ring.

Devils fall where angels choke,

Ecstasy in every stroke.

Round and round, the carousel spins,

Every wound, another sin.

Claws and horns mean nothing here…

In my carnival, I’m the fear.

Crimson games, I play with fire,

Every scream feeds my desire.

Demons bow when I command,

Their blood is ink across my hand.

“Pray to your hell… but I am your hell.”