Date: 09-05-2016
Untamed
I like breaking things
Pretty things
Innocent things
Like that small, golden girl
Who thought she had the world
All of it, in her tiny pink palms.
Sin is a delightful game
When you're the one in control
Of a fragile little soul
All for the taking.
Her pain is pleasure
She's better untamed
With nothing to contain
Her temptations are my game.
She's better this way
To desire, to darkness
And when her golden tears pollute the soil
Of the world she had claimed
Her turned impurity breaks me free
From my hell-bound chains.
Untamed, I play
Her pathetic little life, my game.
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