Tell Me...
By Halocination
I want you to use meAbuse me and leave me hanging out to dryLet my heart be the rug at your feet,The carpet you lay your stomach onLet me feel your warmth pressed up against meSlap me and tell me it's all my faultCut me and taste the saltLick me and tell me you hate when I sweatWrap yourself in me so after you leaveYour stench will remain stagnant in my poresI miss you when I remember your smellUse me for your vices, better yet devicesTwist and mold me to fit where you want me to beAs long as it is with you,In life I want to walk by your side,In death I will hover over your shoulderI will forever do your bidding,For I am the willing slave of my masterWalk on my back and do not allow your feet to be wetBut promise to hold me close through the long nightPromise that you will not leave me to suffer silenceI must hear your voice, tell me if you're madTell me you hate me, tell me you hate the way I lookOr how I taste, but don't leave me in silenceTell me you love me...Because I love you...No I don't have whips and chains hanging from my bedroom ceiling, but a trapeze seems like a good idea.... hmmm... Written September 26th, 2001 © on Sep 26 2001 05:40 AM PST 0 • 16
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"I want you to use meAbuse me and leave me hanging out to dryLet my heart be the rug at your feet,The carpet you lay your stomach onLet me feel your warmth pressed up against meSlap me and tell me it's all my faultCut me and taste the saltLick me and tell me you hate when I sweatWrap yourself in me so after you leaveYour stench will remain stagnant in my poresI miss you when I remember your smellUse me for your vices, better yet devicesTwist and mold me to fit where you want me to beAs long as it is with you,In life I want to walk by your side,In death I will hover over your shoulderI will forever do your bidding,For I am the willing slave of my masterWalk on my back and do not allow your feet to be wetBut promise to hold me close through the long nightPromise that you will not leave me to suffer silenceI must hear your voice, tell me if you're madTell me you hate me, tell me you hate the way I lookOr how I taste, but don't leave me in silenceTell me you love me...Because I love you...No I don't have whips and chains hanging from my bedroom ceiling, but a trapeze seems like a good idea.... hmmm......"