There is no pure light
No purifying light
In this hole that was once my heart,
Was once my being, once contained my innocent lust for you
No more is left but a rotting core of twisted need
A need to be free of you, and a burning desire to stay
Your hands still hold, still confine me,
Still hurt me... still hurt-
Rip me apart
Tear me apart
Bruise me
I am nothing
Now
Inside I am nothing-
Chains still bind me in this uncomfortable position,
In this painfully sweet position-
You are the beast who makes me bleed,
Yet I cannot bring myself to go,
Cannot brng myself to... sever the rope around my neck-
Tears soaked with hurt slip down the surface of my skin,
My body aches with a masochistic wanting
My soul seethes with torturous need-
This is my love for you
This is what you make me feel
This is my pain,
Make me bleed again
 
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