burn

I'll fly off the bridge
The barrier will break
And I'll fall all the way
If I follow these curves
Let my eyes drift
I'll lose control
And plummet - I'll fall
I'll fly off the bridge
Leave dust dancing in the sky
As I rush to wards the ground
And cry and scream and burn
But. . .
These curves make me want to fly

Bitch!
Would you sup' upon my desires?
Would you draw the marrow
from the bone of my passion?
Beg!
Crawl on hands and knees
And ask to serve
Your master's want
Beg!
To be the vessel
of my perversions
The prey of my
predations
Beg!
I will reward you
I will consume
your senses
Beg!
I will burn away
your reason
and strip away
Your shame
Beg!
But only if you seek
To forsake control

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name