Clad in vinyl
Bound and gagged
My whip cracks
Cleave clefts of flesh
And the blood trickles
Lightly
Pain is pulsing
Penetrating prior unknowns
Chains and leather
Inclement weather
The pain and pleasure
A pinnacle of understanding
Transcending
Our reality
Like lsd
A mind ****
Of the brutal but beautiful
An ode to those beyond
Rather above the pale
I tie your hands
Bind your feet
Kiss your face
And release
The Master.

Friends come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.

People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.

Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.

You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there's not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.

Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn't change a thing.

Through it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.

If I was to write about her I would write about her skin-- how it was the color and texture of cashmere,
or how her eyes were deep and dark like the universe,
pupils like black holes in the very center.
I could write about her wild personality,
or all those summer nights we stayed up until the sun came up and scolded us for the bags under our eyes.
But this isn't a love poem, you see
when I was sixteen I went crazy.
I fell down the rabbit hole and landed hard against the cold asphalt at the bottom.
I fell in love with a girl but just for a little while, because eventually it became increasingly evident that she and I were two different breeds.
But for that brief moment as I stripped my clothes off for them-- her boyfriend and her--
I came alive under the blue fluorescent lights.
We bonded through three things-- ***, alcohol and drugs.
And now every time I kiss a bottle or hit a ****

I think of her