Warning: Contains graphic details.
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As you stand tall behind me
I face a mirror of absolute truth
Wall to wall reflections of you
Ready as you will ever be
To whip that cat'o'nine on my back
C R A C K
Ivory flesh parting like the red sea
Creating deep caverns of crimson
As it fiercely dances upon my skin
The absolute pain, made by he
As he whips that cat'o'nine on my back
W H A C K
Rivets of gushing paint trail
Down my body like a waterfall
He is the artist and I the canvas
And he will surely not ever bail
To continue whipping that cat'o'nine on my back
S N A P
It is then that I now understand
What I must do to survive
He is the groom and I the bride
I must willingly take his hand
To stop him whipping that cat'o'nine on my back
H A C K
Together in front of empty rows
His hands gripping my hips
My hands cupping his cheeks
As we say our binding vows.
To have and to hold,
From this day forward,
To be owned and be told.
To be shaped and be molded
Not even in death will we part
For death will be the start.
He gently pushes me to my knees
Bends me over for him to gaze
Upon my pulsing desire to be free
He asks, and I whisper "Yes please"
Thrust after thrust he devours me
Soft hands worshipping my body
Ever so slowly circling my neck
Squeeze after squeeze he kills me
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I am the most selfish person you will ever meet.
Because I will irrevocably and forever utterly only ever be human.
See, I have learnt a very important lesson in life.
In order to survive you need to have one thing.
A hardened heart.
For without a solid steel heart the world will just rip you to pieces.
It will tear you up, eat your guts as spit you back out.
Bruised, bloody and broken.
But I realise the only way to toughen up that beating organ is well..
To give it a real good beating I guess you could say.
Only then when you accept that you will never ever, EVER be good enough will you finally be able to survive this cruel and evil world.
Succumbing to the darkness is just inevitable, Afterall isn't it satan who rules the world...
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Nadea x
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