Silence binds tighter than steel... Breath fogs the vision... waiting... Every tick of the clock ignites the flesh... Under the mask... where shadows take shape... Encased in shadows, attire clinging tight, Fingertips trace patterns dark apprentice of night. Chained to devotion, anticipation untold, An obedient pyre, where embers take hold Patience is the altar where I kneel... Time is the master I cannot feel... Hollow beats echo in this shrine of control, Under the mask... I am whole. The world fades away, just a whisper…asound, In this cocoon, my desires are bound. A shiver of longing, the air is thick with heat, Waiting in shadows, my heart skips a beat. UNDER THE HOOD Heartbeat quickens, the thrill ignites UNDER THE HOOD Time stretches thin, a game of control, And the mask hides the fire that burns in my soul. UNDER THE HOOD Metal rattles softly, a promise unspoken, In the stillness, my resolve is unbroken. The clock ticks slowly, each second a tease, In this world of shadows, I find my release. "The longer the wait... the purer the crave... Steel-grip devotion... I am bound but not saved..." Eyes wide blind, in the ceremonial glare, Every second stretched taut—suspended in air. The scent of restraint, as tight as a e chain, A symphony’s pause before pleasure or maybe pain. UNDER THE HOOD Heartbeat quickens, the thrill ignites UNDER THE HOOD Time stretches thin, a game of control, And the mask hides the fire that burns in my soul. UNDER THE HOOD The moment approaches, gathering my fate, In this darkened chamber, I patiently wait. No words can escape, just the pulse of the night, Under the hood, where my imagination ignites. Patience is the altar... (the altar burns slow), Time is the master... (the master knows), Hollow beats echo where body and soul fold, Under the mask... I am owned. The key turns at last... but the true lock was time... Under the mask... we both unwind...
