B.rain’s D.estroyed, S.ummon a


B.rain's D.estroyed, S.ummon a M.onster

The sky grows dim.
Lightning begins to pierce.
Within the flash of this sin,
his stare is fierce.
Waiting for the venom to set in,
I am laying here.

I've knocked on his darkened door.
He knows just what I've come here for,
violating more and more.
Drawing blood, he's made me delirious.
Impact to flesh, his drug is mysterious.

Now, we're in good company,
as he's tying up my knees.
I begin to drown as heavily, he breathes.
Captured to his hands, I am convulsive;
and it only makes him impulsive
to get more ferocious.
I'm loving his form and it's very own psychosis.

Its the strangest of things ...
As he works his strings ...
Inflicting continuous stings ...
I am finding myself addicted to ...
the numbing that it brings ...

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