Neglect of the Utmost Satisfaction

I promise you this time
You will not see the tears that I bleed
The sky may thunder with your evil cackle
Your eyes may glint with the ever inconspicuous grin
Yet, I will remain on my knees
Ever quiet
Ever softly
With only a whimper to satisfy your senses
And your desire for me
I'll catch a glimpse of those flailing arms
From the corners of my eyes
Like a milky hue to a darkened night
But the impact will never hurt me,
Break Me
Make me scream
I caress the ever delicate bruising lips of my own
The shaking hands and the trembling shoulders
Lash after Slash
Slash after Lash
The sound of flesh against flesh, and the gentle drip
They are all lullabies to my ears
As I can smell you on me, and it lingers with the scent of death
But you will not be my end.

No. I could never give you that satisfaction.