Sweet love you've got your grasp and it's holding on oh so tightly (but I'm so willing). Choking back thoughts making my mind go blank. (I wanted this though. I love this torture) The room is spinning and I hear whispers "my dear, my love, my life." (My slave, my victim, my corpse) Those piercing blues (red hues) have got me captivated (mesmerized you control me. Love is my one master.)