For the Love of Torture
By littlestar
Blind me with hot pokers. Leave scarred tissue where my eyes were. Bind me up and hang me like a vampire from a tree. Don't leave me hoping in you. Don't feed the gardens green. Just kill me off painfully. Don't dull my senses more. Your morbid love of loneliness fills me with ill desire. I do not long for your embrace. Burn me with blueflamed fire. And then kiss me when I'm gone. Feel what I can't feel. Torture me. Oh torture me. You always did so well.1992, Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 12:55 PM PST 0 • 10 • 1
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"Blind me with hot pokers...."