My Pain

You were born into
All fine linens and gold
I was thrown into
Basements rotting of mold
Why are you in my world
We're not the same
I live the fine line
Between pleasure and pain

Yours is living without
Having to beg, steal, or borrow
I was left to die in the streets
With human waste and sorrow
Now you come to my world
Like it's some kind of game
It would be my pleasure
To give you some pain

Black as the leather
Whites the color of lace
All I see is horror
When I touch your face
You'll die in my world
They'll find not a stain
Now I've had my pleasure
Now feel all your pain

Dark is my world
I hide from the light
My bark is not loud
I bring blood with my bite
You put yourself in my world
I'll bored into your brain
I'd die for your pleasure
But I live for the pain