feeling myself fall farther and farther away,
im losing who I am, who I once was,
you let me in,
showed me passion, lust, and interest that i mistook as love,
i knew in the tiny amount of soul that i have left
that i could never trust you,
i know what you long to tell and share,
i know the gruesome past time that you enjoy,
are you afraid of the cold silver bracelets glittering from your wrists again? or...
does the thought of sharing such a cold interest with me excite you so much it scares you away?
either way im still yours to torture, punish, and possess...
i cant help it im addicted
blinded by the pleasure i get from your inflicted pain...
never wanting this orgasm to end
i hide the person that is truly me
so you can keep what you call your sanity.