Welcome to my little playpen
I can see the way your wrist are tied 
That you’re beginning to feel light headed 
Don’t worry
The rope tied around your ribcage to the chair 
Will only constrict you
But not enough to slowly suffocate you

Were going to play a game
I have to weapons in my hands
One is a dagger
The other a hammer 
Which one do you want to choose?
To die?

You’re staring at my right
Wear the dagger is
I smirk at your mascara-covered face
That’s what you’d like 
But it wont be enough pain

I choose the hammer
And this is why

Ill begin to smash your head 
Then ill smash your knee caps
Ill untie you and watch how you try to escape

Then as you lay face down
Ill hammer a couple nails to your spine
And as you cry in pain and beg in mercy
Ill take the claw of the hammer
Puncture deep gashes in-between your shoulder blades 
Your lower back
And thighs
Ill roll you over and embed the claw into your face










Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.


 
 
If I screamed at the top of my lungs
Would you hear me?
Would you acknowledge the terror at the back of my throat?
Pumping through my heart
Sending fear into my blood stream

If was drowning before you
Would you save me fro the water slowly filling up my lungs?
Would you be the hand to pull me up?
Or will you be the tide 
That pulls me under

When I’m torn down and defeated
Will you be my savior to pick me up?
And give me the strength I need
To face the world that’s constantly against me
Or will you break me down
Until I’m consumed
By the worms and insects
That roam the earth

Who will help you?
When I’m gone and pushed away 
Into the back of your mind
Where thoughts and memories hide
To later become a blur
And fade away 
Like your compassion and mercy













Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.


 
 
Dead corpse
Lay in your coffin
Where your body will be consumed
By the maggots and mice
That surround you 

You wont feel a thing
I can promise you that
I can’t say the same
For the critters that
Tare at your flesh
And enjoy your taste
It’s sad to see a vermin go to waste
Even they are more worth it than you










Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
 

Dreams

04/10/2013

0 Comments

 
Let us dream
Of dreams that please our minds
Let us dream
Of dreams so extreme
That’ll make us jump at night

Let the wind do the talking 
And the night engulf you
Sound asleep 
You lay in peace 
Until dread stops you

Twist and turn 
Inside your brain 
And see the nightmares began to spread
Guts and gore
Blood shall pour
All through the darkness 

That implodes 













Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

 
 
Dressed in black with red lips and porcelain skin showing off your white grin. You’re seduction sweet pure tantalizing desire. You walk swiftly across the room I can smell your alluring perfume thoughts rush to my head lust threatens my hands. I touch your soft skin then pull you close to taste your bitter sweet sin that’s dripping off your ruby red lips into my mouth, dancing with my tongue, and going down my throat. You pull back out of my grasp I need to hold you so I go forward. You slip out of my hands like silk spin around and walk away, I follow the silhouette of your curvy voluptuous body and the clicking of your heels. You lead me to a room with dim lights. I close the door behind us and begin to take off my clothes. My tie comes off first and you begin to unzip your dress my tux comes off second as you peel off your dress my pants come off third and you’re standing in front of me nude. I let passion take me over and pull you tightly towards my body, heat surges off your skin as we kiss and fool around scratches on my back as you release pleasant sounds. My lips are guided to your neck onto your shoulders my hands caress your spine I look at my finger and take off my wedding ring placing it near yours on the coffee table knocking them over as I lay you on top of the glass staring at your eyes being surprised at the beauty and wife my brother has. You grab the back of my neck and pull me on top of you letting your spine lift off the glass. Friction has taken over our bodies and we begin to sweat letting out sighs of hot sex. Once we are done we don’t say a word just put on our clothes picking up the wedding rings on the coarse carpet floor smiling at each other so later we can explore the sensations that carry us away into sin.














Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods,  without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.