torture

 
angry feeling ignite my lusts
tortured existence in this I trust
masochistic licking the Master's boot
 
what do I expect from him?
 
put on a pedestal and examined
thoughts so twisted yet with a moral core
looking in, to what makes me tic
my lunatic feelings sing
inciting wicked thoughts I concur
 
my imaginations get the better of me
I think I'm in control
what a bitter pill to find I'm not
damn it fucker
 
scoff at the void
and the darkness will snap back
it's to be understood
 
don't fuck with me I hear in my head
 
duly warned in rebellion I stand
I like the sting of the whip
the hiss it makes before it tastes flesh
the pain and hurt of my soul
 
expressed in crimson red