Depictions of animalistic desire (co written with Slowgasm)

Pale skin,
still heart,
guarded secrets -  
welcome to the start

A trip home,
on a wet stormy night;
the cold was biting,
I pulled my coat tight,

Shadows moved
In mysterious ways.
Should I have come here?
My mind reappraised.

Figures took on
many shapes.
Thoughts of killings,
murders and rapes.
 
Hungry eyes leered up and down;
Few souls around,
mummy warned me about this part of town.

Helpless little me.
Bound, gagged, positioned and stripped.
Took a wrong turn,
I was “asking for it”.

It pawed at my flesh,
utterly exposed,
I'm 'going no where' -  
Or so the sick promise goes.

I could not make out
a shape or a form,
just a mysterious energy -
Chilling yet warm.

As I tried to escape
my invisible chains.
The squealing and wailing
gave my ears pain.

The feeling of pressure
came close to my chest.
The scourge of its being
continued to molest.

Very soon after
now the beast set me free.
I could feel its lust
left inside of me.

I know, i should not feel this way
but this I must explain...
the energy inside us sometimes
must be controlled not always fed -
      be it sex, lies or pain.

For our bodies are our domains
and always treated with respect
a right that was granted to us,
and this we must protect.