Chance

Stare at me
insane
wretched being of
depravity
stare at me
bloodlust
see decay of
morality
stare at me
insane
feel unique
exquisite pain
torture me
bloodlust
wretched whore of
deeper cuts

open up
much flux
deeper still
we're not inside
see in me
much fear
falling down with
pleasures touch
stare at me
insane
forgotten thoughts of
loss and gain
fuck with me
in chains
for both of us
it's only gain

the fragile mind
worn thin with
depravity
and fragile body
worn thin with
it's master.