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סדיסטי
Through halls that resound,
In illusions, and sounds:
Weeping and whimpering,
Whispers abound…
Consideration;
Reverberations.
Torture it seems, is an acquired taste.
By beating the innocent,
Significant lies,
Formulate impulses,
And convictions despised…
Because what you’ve become,
Has fascinated you.
Pain brings you pleasure,
A treasure…
A high…
No-one can fathom,
The unfathomable mind;
The sick, twisted visions,
Of your sadomasochist kind.
Indulging yourself,
Only, a little tonight.
Ecstatic,
Anxious,
And aroused…
By only a single,
Sensual splotch of red...
On white.
Last edited by Nameless : 05-31-2006 at 04:11 PM.
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