bound by chains called love
the cold wall called lust
rags that clothes the quivering body called sanity
the pain the runs through the body pleasure the mind
the names called seems all too familiar
pure ecstasy to the one who enjoys pain
that torture of the body and mind only keeps them alive
only possessed by their lover
only possessed by lust

to hear the screaming
the yelling
the fights that continues to only drive a wedge between souls
but only to give power inside the mind
watching the body struggle at its weakest point of life
only to enjoy that sense of dominance
to own someone
to have won their soul in a contest of will
only to obsess over their pain
obsession of love