Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Masochism

Let me be your phobia
Watch your heart p pound
I will taste your fear
When I'm about to pounce

I'm gonna be your nightmare
That remains when you're awake
I'll cause the prickle in your hair
A warning for your own sake

I'll be your type of heroin
Pumping through your veins
You're going to allow me in
Or you'll feel like you're going insane

I'm gonna be your ending
When you're ready to start
Listen to the message I'm sending
As I'm piercing through your heart

A curious little kitten
You hover on the line
Waiting to be bitten
Fantasies in your mind

A dirty little masochist
You didn't take my warning well
Well I guess if you insist
Welcome to your hell.