Death's Trance
By Nomar
Knight
Moan for me my
sweet
Feel how the rope is
tight
Bound around hands
and feet
No good to squirm or
fight
You're all mine
now
Hidden in my
playroom
Whimper softly or
scream loud
Continue your
macabre tune
Soundproof walls
hide solemn cries
Masking my grunts of
pleasure
I'm not like those
other guys
Seeking fame and
treasure
Your screams are all
I need
Satisfying my every
whim
I love making you
bleed
Eradicating lust and
sin
Enjoy this cleansing
dance
Until your face
turns blue
Captured by death's
trance
In darkness just us
two
©2015 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Nomar Knight Republished Poem.
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