| Even though I know whats on your mind. The question is will I speak it in rhyme? Just because its that time. I don't remember any other times I couldn't drag you down. Yes hear the sounds, you beg to drown. Should just, ask me, to help, I'll put my foot on your head. Push you under, wait. Until the ripples stop. I can be like Ice, or I can wear a mask and be nice. I would show you whats hidden beneath the surface, but I havn't got what I wanted yet. I would show you who I am, but if I did. You would have to die. Every time I can recall you calling my name, it was for some simple reason or another, just to play the role of slave again, and be a part of the painting. The images of heresy I love, I never have to hide, the beauty of your nudity its on the wall. The stains are on the sheets, Your moans echo through the walls, blood stained satin, cum soaked silk, what never came never was, but this is real, so of course, all of the pain and pleasure you can feel. That soul the monster inside caresses is a sweet steal, Iv heard you plead, Iv watched you bleed. Iv always known exactly what you need. When how, and why. But I still love to hear you cry, I want to ask these questions to expand the pleasure, I want to hear it straight from your bitten lips. If you weren't mine, I'd have you bound and gagged in a grave, if you can't be my slave, you can't be anyones. Lips, eyes, cunt sewn shut. |
