Masquerade Mary

“Mary, Mary, foul and scary,
ugly guises making wary,
meaningless tittles not so daring,
tell me Mary, why the bestiary?”

Irony blasphemy,
iconic lead,
handling the knife,
in hopes that I’ll bleed.
Deceased puppet,
controlling the stem,
slander game priority,
mendacious grim.
Savior party,
play with your toys,
they’re all damaged and broken,
you’re a murderer of little girls and boys.
Trinkets and baubles,
adorned with a glittering fairy.
Your mind games have them mesmerized
as you make-believe that you’re “Mary”.

“Mary, Mary, foul and scary,
ugly guises making wary,
meaningless tittles not so daring,
tell me Mary, why the bestiary?”

Deceitful glares,
devious shrieks,
bloody roses
upon your cheeks.
Ghoul troll,
masquerade desire,
your demise will come early,
you’ll collapse on your wire.
The cards have been played,
I’ve got the winning hand.
I’m refusing your demons,
rejecting your demands.
My glass is half full,
while yours is turning nary.
The dagger drops from my hand
covered in the blood of Mary.

“Mary, Mary, foul and scary,
ugly guises making wary,
meaningless tittles not so daring,
tell me Mary, why the bestiary?”