from the window he watches her, he see’s her start dancing
it aint hard to get lost in a big dark mansion
keeps that in mind, as he creeps on inside
but to his evil eye’s surprise there’s no people inside
besides the birthday girl, for whom he had a special present
could feel himself getting excited at her very essence
at first it was broken, but now the urge contolled him
and only the thought of forcing her his sperm consoled him
so with no further motions, he thought about his past
thought about how when it was in his mouth he gagged
and how the dirt still wouldn’t come of, even after a thousand baths
thoughts were loud, but a louder gasp snapped him out of that
she was standing there all wet, had just taken a shower
turns out he’d been reminiscing no late of an hour
thanks the powder, cause it’s the shit that gave him his powers
she screams for help but no BITCH is gonna make him a coward
so he tackles her, laughs at her, pulls out his knife and slashes her
the pain he’s inflicting excites him much more than the ass on her
she tells him to stop, as well as yells for the cops
strange how she’s in hell right now, but the devil is not
his nuts pop and burst, she cries as she feels the hot spurts
valued her life, but realized living is what it’s not worth
gets loose, sprints in the street, doesn’t know if the cars hurt
too bad the brakes stopped second, and her heart stopped first
so was that the best or worst way to scramble?
who knows but after her killer’s had all his nerves can handle
he takes a slice of her cake with 8 Birthday candles
I by no means support molestation. This is simply a tale/song about it. You can’t sugar coat the world by sweeping it’s evil under the rug. Instead, a braver thing to to would be to confront it…as i have done.
Tell me what you think.
One of the best works I’ve ever seen, Powdered Water.
I would have been more subtle to make people figure out clues for themselves. For example: “Takes a slice of cake with 8 candles” is more creepy because it makes us have to put the clues that she’s 8.
I adore works like this because I feel too often surrounded by people that would rather gleefully bubble themselves in ignorance. It also hits home because I live with a woman that was raped at 7.
I made my own rendering of it . . .
Her silhouette dances through the window
it aint hard to get lost in a big dark mansion
An empty one, as he peers inside
besides the birthday girl, for whom he has a special present
Getting excited at her very essence
at first it was broken, but now the urge contols him
and only the thought of forcing his sperm consoles him
when it was in his mouth he gagged, she’d better not be so dumb
how the dirt still wouldn’t come off, after scrubbing for hours
thoughts are loud, but a louder gasp snaps him out
she stands, glistening wet after playing in the sprinklers
turns out he’d been reminiscing no late of an hour
thanks the powder, cause it’s the shit that gave him his powers
she screams for help but no BITCH is gonna make him a coward
he tackles her, laughs, pulls out his knife and slashes
the cutting excites him much more than the skin rubbing
The screaming “stop” only hurries the coming
She’s in hell, but the devil is not
she cries as she feels the hot spurts
valued her life, but in a flash it’s not what it’s worth
If she were loose, wouldn’t matter if her heart stopped first and the breaks stopped second.
If she survives, it’ll only come back to haunt her when her living is done.
he takes a slice of cake with 8 Birthday candles
We will destroy only what we acknowledge
well thanks gaigurrilea (spelling?) I have a lot more stuff but i dont post it on here.
If anyone else could comment? Instead of just viweing? Thatd be nice.
lates.
by the way im 15 if anyone cares.
very well done, the choice of words are exhilerating (if i spelled that right 
). id’e love to see more of your work sometime , drop me an email anytime “Powedered Water” it’s very excellent and gruesome as well .