The Master's Gifts

I stand chained before the Master
In His Chamber Of Horror
Struggling against the chains
Unable to break free
The Master of the Chamber
Smiles Wickedly
As he scores my flesh
With the Lash of Strength
Impales my Heart
With the Fiery Brand of Passion
Shackles my Soul
With the Chains of Independence
Impregnates my Mind
With the Seed of Desire.
I suffer in silence
So as not to please the audience
They must not hear
My Screams of Pain.
The Master Laughs
As his Minions release me
“Enjoy these Gifts
My Child.”
“ For they are the Ultimate Torture.”
“With these Gifts, you will stand Alone.”
“While others look to you for Strength.”
“You will know Passion and Desire.”
“ Yet none will find you Desirable.”
“You will know Love , but will be Unloved.”
“ Above all, you will know Loneliness.”
“The Ache of Need.”
“Which will never be satisfied.”