Timothy Lawton

9-30-93
Your hopes are wicked and your dreams are in hell
Sweet pure woman casting your witch’s spell
Capturing me in the chains of your slavery
Preying on my thirst breaking the skin affectionately
Revealing the bloody dagger once hidden in the bosom of your embrace
Innocent veil hiding the fiery evil your tongue so longs to taste
Tearing the fibers which engage the very fabric of my being
Such satisfaction in my writhing cries and screams
Loving not so much the insufferable pain to which you have me resigned
But to the power you hold and the strings by which you have me entwined