A poem about sexual deviant, fetishes', bondage. |
Submissive manipulation, dominance prevails and controls Masochistic tendencies leave a scar upon the skin Blood is spilled, devoured Cries are heard, but ignored Whips and chains excite, and inspire the masses Only a select few deviate further, into obscurity The more involvement into kinky behaviour, the more it corrupts your soul, your youth The innocent have yet to learn the rules, in which to obey For their master or mistress is perceived to be a god or goddess Of pain or pleasure, whichever one you prefer Sex is a meaningless chore, when thought of as a worthless whore Their innocence and self-respect has worn away with every man she has fucked Bow down to the whip, offer yourself to be taken To be used and abused, by your dominant ego To please others, while you writhe in pain, and spill your guts Innocence and honesty are worthless, if your not already a slut, bitch, or whore To show others that you have a backbone, and you won't break easily To be considered good is not enough, for the sexual deviant They want a filthy, desperate, worthless whore to furfill their needs and desires I won't give in, and become another fetish whore, for the masses to devour spit out a bloody mess I am worth more, I deserve more respect A sexual deviant desires for control, obeidiance, discipline of the soul To inspire hatred, lust and pleasure, rape and torment The lust of the human soul, will be it's own demise of the body For every man in the world, there is a battered, bruised, violated young woman beside them The desire of man will never be sustained, until our sexual limits and bloodshed are revealed I was born into a life of bloodshed, there is blood on my hands My hopes are heightened when I meet like-minded people, until i realise their intentions They turn into cold, are careless lustful beasts My heart sinks into my stomach, and the overwhelming self-loathing sinks in For I am a sexual deviant, a self-destructive soul However I am not a whore, I do not wish to display my naked flesh to the hungry eyes of man So if you are of the breed, to expose yourself then go fuck yourself with a crucifix wrapped in barbed wire |