Sinister Songs
terrifing verse from the crypt
 
 
 

kahtt
 


Death Becomes Her

Death becomes her.

See how her eyes
Widen in wonder
Her mouth pouts
Shaping an "O"

See how her body
Sighs in awe
As if she just
Experienced
The last tremors
of ecstasy before
Rigor mortis sets in

A kiss of sin
Blues her skin
No breath escapes
The night, her soul - it rapes
Her lover, Death,
Has carried her away.




Denomination
 

What a crucifixion
I am a sacrifice
For your devotion

What an intoxication
I am a vice
For your addiction

What a submission
I am a device
For your domination

How can this communion be unholy?
When I feel sanctified
When I feel glorified
In our union


La Nuit Noire
 

I am the night.
I descend upon you
Covering you in darkness.
If you want my light
You have to be true
Worship my likeness.

I can give you the moon
Pleasant dreams or terror,
For my realm is one of darkness.
But once wrapped in my cocoon
I can take you higher
Give ultimate pleasure through my prowess.

So enter the night
That is me
But beware,
For once in my light
You are bound to me
And I do not share.


*All Poetry © 1998 kahtt. All Rights Reserved.  Printed by permission of the author for Pillow
Screams. Do not reproduce or distribute without the expressed written consent of the author.


About the Poetess

kahtt is a young woman in her mid 20's living in NYC.  She enjoys reading erotica and writing poetry while managing the kahtt's lair
and ENE's Home Page. When she is not posting to various listservs, she hangs out with her poet pals in kahtt's a club on Yahoo. kahtt is currently working on her poetry site and erotic art site.