Bound
Sweet indulgent sacrifice.
There are many who would beg to suffer your stance.
Sprawled out, crying for sympathy.
These sharp claws slowly tracing your shivering body.
Deep glistening purity.
Silver red smears.
Your blood stained tears exiling themselves from
those repulsive sockets.
Hands in air motioning for mercy.
This is what must become.
This is what I have longed for.
Frantic lips announcing a shriek
that I just cannot bring myself to understand.
As darkness surrounds my view,
a gleaming, seductive shape comes about.
It's dark point sparkling with a grin,
closing in on your soul.
Re-opening the immortal pathway,
I give my thoughts to you.
This secured smirk shadows your fear.
Lying like a corpse upon your raw death bed.
Black iris drowning away.
Smile heightened.
Thoughts still intact.
"No pain".
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.