Love At The Crack Of A Whip

So sweet, so tender is the pain
that drips down upon my body like
Warm honey, covering with passionate
Agony.
Depression kissing at my neck, seducing
Me, keeping me bound in rapture.
I do not know true feeling, my own trapped
In a maze as I lay swooning over pain,
Laughing at the sun stained sky forced
to watch my beautiful agony. I shudder,
Moan, and writhe against it penetrating me,
Stabbing me, berating me.
I am Sorrow's whore, some plaything for the
Fates to use and toss away, and too enthralled
To notice, or to care.
It is my drug of choice and i'm addicted to
My core. Wanton in my need for lamentation,
Craving desperation, fiending on despair.
On my knees to pleasure pain.
My lover, my master, my end.