Last night..

Hands on my chest
her hands
burning, boiling my skin
causing wrinkles
clawing at my soul
my essence
Fingernails
like claws
she drains my blood
I groan
sneer
and rage against her leash
It isn´t hard
She is weak
allowing
she lets go
but there lies strength in the weakness
as my body
blinded
smelling the scent of freedom
is afraid of it
it whimpers
and crawls back to her
I obey
and it clicks in place once more
the icy collar
soon to be balanced
As again
her palms rain fire
searing my flesh
Smokey
Asphyxiating
Soon
my mind adapts
to the carnal lusts
And I´m a slave once more
And so
the spirit yearns it´s freedom
my chained flesh
refusing reason
tearing me apart

As of right now
with the gist and sum of it,
I exist.

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