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As I maintain the whip, As I kneel upon the ground, I strike myself, not in sin, But as eternal man profound, - I grip the cat’o’nine-tails, Ever it has been sharper, I bless my back in welts and wails, Until I feel no longer. - Fifty lashes strong now, No sin had been committed, The longing to feel just something, For love to find, be fitted, - O’er and o’er I feel the sting O’er and o’er I’m branded, For the darkness inside of me, For the sorrow I’ve commanded. - Ninety lashes, still not feeling, Swelling, my tongue I’ve bitten, Until the hopelessness in my heart… Is dead and long be ridden. - Adrenaline coursing and still no pain, I’ve conquered all but you, The questions in my heart are somber, Your face in my mind is glued. - One hundred and twenty strokes now, And forever still seems far away, Overcoming this paradox, To curse this mental pain away. - I strive for physical touch of blade, For emotionally I am torn, I’ve felt nothing until you, Since the day I was born. - A wretched sense of memory, Caresses my cheek and I Rip apart myself with malice, For this nastalgia defied. - I wrap the shroud around me, The thin linnen to my flesh fuses, I tear it quickly without flinching Off my gashes and bruises. - Still nothing has fluttered, In the pain recepters, I wonder how my life could, Ever be this disevered. - It aches and moans with cracks and groans, My whip, serrated, ne’er faulters, My robe in flagellation, Lays down my blood at aulter. - One hundred and fifty after the shroud, I confess I could strike harder, Perhaps it decidedly best, If I think myself of fodder. - Nightmares are but where I dream, Yet dream of this, I don’t. If I were spied upon, I guess, They’d beg me stop, I won’t. - The shroud now soaked with blood and flesh And false hopes of years of rot, This punishment is not what it seems, It is not one to be fought. - The outline cry for oil dipped rope, Has not this pain be stopped, Moreso however I do fear, That your love for me has dropped.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
As I Maintain The Whip.
As I maintain the whip, As I kneel upon the ground, I strike myself, not in sin, But as eternal man profound, - I grip the cat’o’nine-tails, Ever it has been sharper, I bless my back in welts and wails, Until I feel no longer. - Fifty lashes strong now, No sin had been committed, The longing to feel just something, For love to find, be fitted, - O’er and o’er I feel the sting O’er and o’er I’m branded, For the darkness inside of me, For the sorrow I’ve commanded. - Ninety lashes, still not feeling, Swelling, my tongue I’ve bitten, Until the hopelessness in my heart… Is dead and long be ridden. - Adrenaline coursing and still no pain, I’ve conquered all but you, The questions in my heart are somber, Your face in my mind is glued. - One hundred and twenty strokes now, And forever still seems far away, Overcoming this paradox, To curse this mental pain away. - I strive for physical touch of blade, For emotionally I am torn, I’ve felt nothing until you, Since the day I was born. - A wretched sense of memory, Caresses my cheek and I Rip apart myself with malice, For this nastalgia defied. - I wrap the shroud around me, The thin linnen to my flesh fuses, I tear it quickly without flinching Off my gashes and bruises. - Still nothing has fluttered, In the pain recepters, I wonder how my life could, Ever be this disevered. - It aches and moans with cracks and groans, My whip, serrated, ne’er faulters, My robe in flagellation, Lays down my blood at aulter. - One hundred and fifty after the shroud, I confess I could strike harder, Perhaps it decidedly best, If I think myself of fodder. - Nightmares are but where I dream, Yet dream of this, I don’t. If I were spied upon, I guess, They’d beg me stop, I won’t. - The shroud now soaked with blood and flesh And false hopes of years of rot, This punishment is not what it seems, It is not one to be fought. - The outline cry for oil dipped rope, Has not this pain be stopped, Moreso however I do fear, That your love for me has dropped.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
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