With a shadow creeping behind me, making every promise empty.
Intoxicating my nerves, I am being chased.
Stalking my forecast, I run at ten speed.
No stopping, I turn around to see a shadow so empty, its mere whispers have demolished into misty ash.
It haunts my every being and stalks my rotten prey.
It displeases my humanity and consumes my lost soul.
I run, run so fast, the lights hit bloom.
Scared, fearful of what it can do, I look down, I see the shadow
...
The shadow was you.

The ghost I'm trying to escape, just keeps coming back.
The feeling is poison, but beautiful at the same time.
The feeling is toxic, but fills my void of loss and emptiness.
You're a bad guy, playing with my emotions and unleashing my toxic tears.
Confusing my feelings and handling me like a puppet.
Why do I love you?
Since you're the master of puppets, you've dominated and learnt to control me.
Let me go.
Or I will turn around, and leave.
Leave you empty, till you lose control.

The masters with whip in hand
Shall ring it like a bell.
On the slave's bloodied flesh,
It chimes and echoes
and sings softly,
into the free winds:

Shame,
Shame,
Shame.

She came to me one cloudy day
“I want you naked”, as if to say
She did as such and I did the same
But no matter what, I had myself to blame
My neck was collared, my soul was leashed
As our sessions went on, her lust increased
In my tousled hair her fingers would rake
As the perverted commands and demands she’d make
“Oh mistress of mine, what shall I do now?
My careful caresses I’ll bestow unto thou.”
“Lie back on the bed and act like you’re dead.”
Still to this day her cries ring in my head.