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.