Sell my soul,
for little less than free,
crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee,
Crimson drips from the gashes upon my back,
Losing sight…..vision is what I lack.
Fall asleep upon this Crimson drenched earth,
Forever to sleep, lets see what my soul is worth.
Harder she continues,
I fall to the ground,
Im at a loss for words, I cannot mumble a sound,
Pain consumes my insides,
Crawling within me,
I feel her presence,
harder she whips me,
pain embellished upon my body,
Not only my body drips crimson,
so do that of my bleeding words.
Whipped
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