The Beauty of Pain
The rope cuts the tender flesh
harvesting drops of crimson ecstasy
The bonds of love are often cruel,
and unrelenting.
Wrought with lust and passion
The captive spirit cries for no mercy
Only for the darkened spirits' release.
The beauty of pain reveals itself,
From the place beyond anger and tears.
Where love often feels like cruelty
and tears, like the sweetest wine.
Come to me, submit to me,
and I will give you the freedom to be...
a willing captive...
Copyright © Mordred Sillence | Year Posted 2016
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