I’ve
taken you for granted, you – 20% angel and 80% devil. You – my addictive drug,
my terminal condition by choice. Ruining the most of me, eroding the very
essence of me; leaving only perversion behind in its raw occult form. Your
flesh – my existential need, your juices – my obsessive way of surviving on
this edge of us. So, I turn to you – my hide, my haven, my two – legged
personal hell of mine… I turn to you!
Your
claim on me is total, beyond life and reality. I’m yours, for bad and worse. Own
me, shred me, leave a hurting mark on every piece of me, recreate me which ever
way you see fit – as long as your devilish self prevails. Your undisputed deranged
savage slave, my youth and my wicked all – your possession to have, only to
turn me… so, I turn to you!
You’ve
started this, so allow me to tune it up. The idea is… we’re hardly ever fresh
out of ideas, so… I turn to you;)
