Sunday, February 8, 2015

Death's Trance by Nomar Knight

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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