Sense of Lust
Embraced by shackles made of silver A light of a candle as your only friend The song of the silence lulls you in this night Your soul begins to salivate An ebony glow among the shadows The footsteps resound louder and louder now A dull creaking sound sends shivers down your spine Anticipating what's to come You've made my sickness so alive You feel it right You feel it wrong All is fair in our twisted little game I make you fly I make you cry Doesn't matter the price to pay You'll always ask for more Pleading for more! With blood on your knees, I grip your flushed face And force you to bite what mutes your gasping voice I draw with my nails a seal of ownership And now I proceed to chastise you Pain! Toy! Now suffocate! Game! Toy! Pray to my navel! Pain! Joy! Scourge and beating Game! Toy! Scream! You feel it right You feel it wrong All is fair in our twisted little game I make you fly I make you cry Doesn't matter the price to pay You'll always ask for more The sense of lust The scent of life
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026