Bound

 
your finality was a blow that left me reeling
my soul nailed to your denial of us
we are, yes we are
 
we are bound by our lusts
we crave one another
covet the sorrow we inflict upon one another
 
sadness fills our loving cup
and I love it when you lick every cut
you're a cunt and you know it
slicing me with not ever
but the sting of it turns me on
 
my ache, I carry with me everywhere
in my solemn you are
I am bare before you
blushing to be so painfully aroused
you growl out my lusts so skillfully
 
disarming my soul
so you can hurt me again
tomorrow