Shackles

heavy hands around my neck
unconscious yet unharmed

rescue me from sanity
torture my insanity

my master, I give myself to you
enslave me, make me moan for more

scars may scream for you to stop
oh, I just can’t seem to get enough


“The Pleasure Seeker”
a series of poems
March 1, 2017

Lost
Innocence
Shackles

Silence
Mist
Void
Slumber
Dreams
Hunt
Elixir
Found

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