Whip my skin until it cries and bleeds,
carry me upwards, fill my needs,
drain me dry before you go,
leave me here, on with the show.
It's nothing new, you've been born, lost and found,
shackled by chains is all you found,
your day will come, as mine is to end,
I shall wait here on destiny for you my friend.
Ride the crescent shaped moon in your life,
if they hold you back, cut the needy out with knives,
live again, run free with desire,
come with me - your true love desire.
my gauge says empty, I've run my lifes race,
I carry the scars, which are written on my face,
aimlessly wondering into the unknown darkness,
come pray to me, for I am churchless
My days turned to nights, my nights into misery,
I unleash these wrought iron chains lewdly,
want to feel me, kiss me, touch me....
come please me, tease me and kill me.
D.A. Woods
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boxed-in-clever/
