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Lust is the absence of love

A causual f**k, somewhere, outside the mind

Beauty ties me in bonds of steel-studded leather

I crave the nights forged in blood

The highest pleasures to achive

Tears fall

Cascading over dried streaks of pain

..then,

Numbness falls

...with the crack of a biting whip.

I cry out

Not feeling the delicate pain

Even leather bores me.

 

 

Studded leather bites deep

Blood runs down my wrist

I watch in jealous awe

Knowing I should have felt...

...tiny sliver of pain...

Another scar

Another story

Always missing what I need the most

But Beauty is spent

...done all he could

Bitting....scratching....

trying.

Still I stare blankly

No pleasure felt

No pain to thrive within

Even leather bores me now.

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