Tortured

by I Seem to be the Heartless   Oct 24, 2007


Torn apart by his every word.
Slashed to death by his evil eyes.
Ripped to pieces by his cold embrace.

Here I am, his slave.

Violated by his sensual touch.
Sliced to slivers by his razor blade kiss.
Worn out by his insatiable hunger for passion.

Here I lay, his w#@re.

Hacked into bits by his demonic demeanor.
Tainted by his devilish grin.
Tortured by his forceful commands.

Here I die, the Devil's own b@tch.

Copyright©JosieWentzel24October2007

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cobra

    Eina, die poem byt seer.
    5/5