Experience has made me certain
That I was made to be a servant
With all-enduring devotion fervent
To tend to someone's beck and call.
Have you a new wish or a harsher will,
I'll bend and fold to meet it still,
So drain me dry and have your fill.
That is the soul of the role, after all.
The more you demand, the more flexible I'll be,
Never once minding the pain you cause me.
Your strangling grip, the searing sting,
I'll weather it all, even drink it up,
Return and beg to refill my cup --
For cruelty becomes a less frightening thing
Once it takes on the taste of morphine.
What an irony, how strange it is,
That in such a circumstance I find my bliss;
That before two pitiless dark eyes is where
I tear my heart open and lay myself bare!
Rewards may be meager, but they suffice.
To share your warmth, know I've done well,
And revel in Eros's ***** spell...
If I can have these, then name your price.
It's true, this lot is enough for me.
My dignity I will lay down at your feet
If I can just know I am all that you need.
So I'll join your dance with malevolence rife,
'Cause with all-enduring devotion fervent,
I was indeed made to be a servant,
And I like a game that's a lot like life.
May '25