The Inner Darkness.
Snow Patrol ~ You are all that I have
There is a darkness deep in you
A frightening magic I cling to
Just occasionally I wish I could see what He looks like from outside the moment, when the masochist is at His mercy, when the sadist is in full flow.
As the masochist, I don’t see it, I feel it,
my mind isn’t my own,
my thoughts a chemical fusion of emotion and capricious chimera.
I often wonder just how much do I miss as I writhe and scream and tremble underneath His hand, or maybe the truth is that I miss nothing at all?
Maybe it’s enough to feel it, to experience each minute tremor of each pull of the strings as He makes me into whatever shape He pleases?
I create an image in my mind, of Him, as He toys and teases, as He…
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