I place you naked, on your knees... And admire what is mine. I pet you gently, Then pull you by the hair, And make you look me in the eye. You know that I will take you, When... and how I please. ... As you kneel there, on the floor... ... naked... on your knees.

First I taught your heart, To feel more than just my hand... I overwhelmed your soul, With more emotion than you could stand. I taught your mind to trust me, So that when I touch you... you can see.... you belong to only me...

Now... I will push you to your limits.. But not more than you can stand. I will show you that "I Love you", With the harshness of My hand. And you will give me your submission... ... In exchange for what I am.

She's just a ghost,
hovering over me.
I'm sitting here,
waiting for her.

She's just a mask,
hanging on the wall.
Trees grow and fall,
just like our love.

Under the light,
you can see scars.
Don't dig too far,
you'll regret it.

We fell in love,
we fell in deep,
up to our knees.

We slowly sank,
we couldn't breathe,
love's a disease.

Quiet got loud,
you ran from the noise.
You had no choice,
you had no hope.

When you failed to die,
you prayed for hope.
But God said nope,
and finished the noose for you.

You were ****** dry,
as was your soul,
burnt like charcoal.

You chose to die,
but you weren't alive,
the whole time.

I see it in your eyes.
Your fear.
A fear of the unknown.
A fear of taking risks.
A lack of success.
A lack of effort.
A lack of motivation.
A lack of going for your dreams.
A frustration.
The dry threats.
"I'm gonna come down there and kick your ***," you say.
Like dry heaves.
It's wretching.
The nectar of youth slithering away.
Your trying to grasp, clamp so tight.
You are lost.
Taking your frustrations out on others.
"You are such a **** up," you snap.
You've given up on yourself.
You're drowning.  
I love you.  But I can't help you.