suspended in chains held before the oblivion plains.

lets bury the lights
clamps on kites
i smell leather & taste its tang
hot wax , cat claws , whips slang
you tease , you give me more
oh how i adore
my hair in your grasp , you tinkle my collar chains
"good girl , you have behaved, now lets take you to the oblivion plains ."

its you master,not darkness that possesses me
cause im not yet as dark as my soul will let be .