Cut like you deserved.
Blood and bitter tears.
Bound, you can't move.
I play amongst your fears.
Fire, blade, and broken will.
Taking over.
Under your skin.
You can struggle and spit.
But you let me burn, kiss, and hit.
Bite.
Where it hurts best.
Softest, smoothest flesh.
I know every button.
Which one should I press?
A moan or sigh is good.
But I'm looking for a scream.
When your little cuts stop bleeding.
Slow licks.
You'll soon be clean.
