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Forfeit
To taste your blood
I have tasted of you
The blood is the life of the flesh
I have tasted of you
To feast on your brain
I have dined on you
Your brain contains the whole of your knowledge
I have dined on you
To yearn for your voice
The slightest hint that you're there
Even when you scream
The pleasure wraps me with care
To stand as I am bare
Showing even my soul
Beneath your frigid stare
I forfeit even my soul
To be toyed with to your liking
Broken wings, no chance of flight
Enjoying the torture
No will to fight
But like a cat's toy
Discarded after submission
Totally lifeless, soulless
No interest after submission
But to do without creates negativity
Need, greed, hate, rage
To revive my soul
Is gonna take creativity
To need you like this must be greed
To find myself like this plants a seed
This seed becomes hate for my circumstance
It will blossom into rage if given a chance
Cards and scented flowers are no solution
Total transformation is the only solution
To be or become opposite of self
Attracts Kitty back to self
But the return of that which forced me to change
Causes a separation of self, I know it sounds strange
Realizing your love is pitted against my identity
Rattles my core and now I can let you be
I have tasted of you
The blood is the life of the flesh
I have tasted of you
To feast on your brain
I have dined on you
Your brain contains the whole of your knowledge
I have dined on you
To yearn for your voice
The slightest hint that you're there
Even when you scream
The pleasure wraps me with care
To stand as I am bare
Showing even my soul
Beneath your frigid stare
I forfeit even my soul
To be toyed with to your liking
Broken wings, no chance of flight
Enjoying the torture
No will to fight
But like a cat's toy
Discarded after submission
Totally lifeless, soulless
No interest after submission
But to do without creates negativity
Need, greed, hate, rage
To revive my soul
Is gonna take creativity
To need you like this must be greed
To find myself like this plants a seed
This seed becomes hate for my circumstance
It will blossom into rage if given a chance
Cards and scented flowers are no solution
Total transformation is the only solution
To be or become opposite of self
Attracts Kitty back to self
But the return of that which forced me to change
Causes a separation of self, I know it sounds strange
Realizing your love is pitted against my identity
Rattles my core and now I can let you be
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