To Turn.

Sharp fangs pierce soft satin skin
Drawn blood to the surface does rise
Cool breeze whips moistened dermis
Shedding of tears briefly intertwined
For utopia is found in wounding of flesh
Elated weeping mutes all pain

Tightened grip, hands do take
Inner core, sweet breath doth shake
Beaten, bound, whipped, gagged I remain
My body, my soul, my being to claim

Streams of crimson stain silk sheet
Strewn loosely amongst restraining cloth
Burning courses through my veins
Heartbeat thwarted by piercing demon
White knuckled fire within me to heat
Denial no longer optional

Tightened grip, hands do take
Inner core, sweet breath doth shake
Beaten, bound, whipped, gagged I remain
My body, my soul, my being to claim

Still and peaceful ache does end
Future unknown and fearful still
To quench this flame is course alone
Thirst, hunger, overwhelmingly rise
No sleep for this dealthy hollow
For in death, is death, my death

Tightened grip, hands do take
Inner core, sweet breath doth shake
Beaten, bound, whipped, gagged I remain
My body, my soul, my being to claim

Onwards neck to pierce once more
Generations murdered in paradise
To live in love and passion and heat
Stripped of humanity and morals
Animal instinct left to fuel
This is your fate, your future

Tightened grip, hands do take
Inner core, sweet breath doth shake
Beaten, bound, whipped, gagged I remain
My body, my soul, worth in entirety the pain

 

Author: Moonsomnia

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