Her

[pinkblackkitty]

her inner being is intertwined by the vines of love
they restrict her
they hold her down
they strick her with loves sweet pain
it rips out her flesh again and again
piercing through the silk smooth canvas
thats stretched out upon her average frame
loves sweet kiss of death falls on her again and again
it begins to control her
it makes her feel makes her touch..
all of her fears came true
she is loves sweet death puppet.
she reaches out and finds the victims.
but in the end they are over come and expire
her only weapon is to play off their desire
she grows tired of being loves sweet sick slave
she wants to be free to run and play
but for now he holds her wings and clips them oh so right
she shall go no where on this strange dark night.