Mistress Mistress skin my back and teach me to sin

Mistress Mistress take me to your whim and control I grant you.

Cure my heart of pain, for the world at large is one of torment, I am the fool, I am the fool for you. I lick your boots and give you my skin.

Control is love and I am out of both, I am a skinsack of lust and greed, nothing more than a vessel for your control.

Angel of my fear, collect my tears as holy water so you can baptize me a saint of sin, the dark heart bleeds on a cross of latex.

Desire burns like a wildfire, one I fueled under cover and hidden away from the dark, the waking world I walked away from as there was nothing left for me.