You sit idly by,

Watching me cry,

As the blood seeps from my open wounds,

A satisfied grin stretched across your face,

While I sit in a corner,

With knees drawn to my chest,

I watch you with tears in my eyes,

I know this isn't right,

But I've become a slave to your love,

A mere pawn in your twisted game.

I can't help myself,

I'm a glutton for punishment,

Your sinful pleasure feeds my greed,

You command a deep lust within me,

A bittersweet mixture of sorrow and pleasure.