After drinking the poison that was your kiss. I awake strung to the walls. Each limb tied to a poise. My lips sewn to silence.
You smile as I emerge, from your planned sleep.
You step closer, dragging your villin like persona into show. As you appear from the shadows.. I see your weapons of metal.. Reflect the dim light from the hatched up windows.
The metallic exterior of your chosen hands, cold to the touch, slices my tender skin as your held me..
And as you kissed me I felt your pierced bite, your vampire daggars tearing my mouths to blood.
I'd join you in this torture kiss, if you hadn't played unfair with string && needles. Keeping your body to the advantage.
I scream to my mind..
Next you play with my hair.. Spreading blooded streaks to each curl, the wieght drops them straight.. As if they were red tears, falling from head.. As real tears flood to my eyes..
Your bite marks on my neck.. Would never fade.. && with each fixture of lust place upon the skin.. I felt branded with your soul.
I can feel your knives on my curves.. Holding my tight..
Puncturing the dreams && aspiration of my creatavity. As you embraced my last breath, you devoured my soul.. Drinking my heart, leaving an empty corspe of my frail..
...so here I hang.. hanging from the strings you played.
Will I be another piece in your theater?
...Will I just be another act in your play?
Even if this was all true.. I'd still want the staring role.. x