Holding me captive in you needle-like grasp.

Lay me down on my bed of nails;

Where my hatred and spite cannot compare.

Inwardly screaming, I throw down my walls;

Against you my safeties cannot hold for long.

It is inevitable that you break through my defenses;

Flailing and biting, paining all the senses.

Shredding my safeguards, clawing at my soul;

Your body is warm against mine, but I grow cold.

Each move becomes cruel and calculated;

I bleed until my wounds are satiated.

Shedding tears, shedding skin;

My fatal mistake to let you in.