the Master's Cup

Have you noticed how I have changed?  
It happened nearly a year ago, not quite though      
Suddenly I was faced with a reality that fantasy could not reconcile      
That I found sexual submission terribly distasteful and emotionally vile      
So when a friend chose the lifestyle with a Dom that loved her not      
My revulsion at the thought made me want to kill him on the spot      
But I did not, and she no longer speaks to me, not of her choice      
Though I warned her he would strip away her clothes and then her subtle voice      
And as each of my predictions bloom into bouquets of ugliness      
I wonder how long it will take before she can admit that she's a mess      
Was there a day she realized she had lost herself and her sweetheart dreams,      
Now that she only lives to satisfy her selfish Master's needs?      
I should have killed him then, slit his fucking throat from ear to ear      
After teaching him that slavery is not called love when lived in fear      
I should have pulled his nasty tongue out through his bleeding throat      
Yes I have changed in awful ways I can't express in this confession that I wrote      
But I failed to save her and now my wings are stained with angel blood      
For I had clearly foreseen her future fading into a pit of burning mud      
And did too little when my wings were dry and I could fly to lift her up      
And had too little faith in the blood I drank out of my Master's cup