This Isn't for You, but You Come Barging In

your callused hands touch the softest
in gentle strokes like a sheathed cat's paw
my body arcs and purrs under your body
melting into the way your fist grips around my neck

angel of death, you are my comrade
a visitor in the shadowed hallways
of this labyrinth path in which I've lost my way
my cries for salvation are lost in the echoes

a cycle of madness I'm doomed to repeat
this incubus living inside my brain
seething filthy promises of the abuse I love
the cruelly delicious decadence of degradation

slap me to the ground
and destroy my insides like you do
take me like a slave
and ruin me... if you love me you will