Thursday, August 6, 2015

Broken Whisper

Broken Whisper
By Nomar Knight

I don't do it for the love of you
Nor to see how your frail wrists bleed

I don't whip your back to hear you scream
Blotches of purple and red make me smile
But euphoria fades with each suspiration

I don't do it because pain is beautiful
Your pleading eyes beg for mercy

I don't pull your silken mane to be mean
Your heartfelt sobs reach fever pitch
Until you realize I'm your everything

I don't do it because torturing you
Is the ultimate fire which seals our love

I don't do it cause I was born sick
No one taught me these precious lessons
I do it because I love to hear

Your broken whisper

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A Knight Chills poetic presentation.