"Please... be gentle...") Red light licks the edges of my self-control The scent of leather and cold steel... it takes its toll I’m your prey now, shaking with a raw, sweet fear While your hand smothers my protest, drawing me near Your fingers press deep, mapping out the line A dark command in your eyes, making you divine I want to lose myself, stitched into your shade Until the last of my willpower... begins to fade Oh, the needle's hum... A permanent ghost... Mark me, break me, set the spirit free "I'm falling... I'm falling..." "Today you’ll be marked," the words hang in the heavy heat Seeing the silver glisten, making the surrender complete An instrument of art, an instrument of pain Waiting for this moment to wash away the stain Then comes the first strike, a sharp and fiery sting Through every nerve, I hear the rhythm sing The world outside is dying, the room begins to spin As the needle's rhythm... starts to settle in Relentless rhythm, a sharp tension in the dark Every second of contact leaves a burning spark Focusing on the pressure, on the weight of the hand Lost in this fever, in this sunless land An ultimate offering, a silent, ink-bound vow The transformation is happening... it's finished now The hum... it's stopping? Wait... what is that...? But the vision snaps... the hum dies away Looking down at the ankle... in the cold light of day A tiny blue dolphin... jumping... so happy and bright? The dark dream dies... in this ridiculous sight The room turns to black, a hole in the floor Felled by a 'cute' tattoo... I can't take anymore A deep sigh follows... putting the ink to the side Dreaming of the ocean... on a fainting tide... "it's a freakin small tattoo...Aren't you a bit overreacting?" "Stop enacting, I'm just reacting..." "It's just a simple tattoo, you act like it's a heavy BDSM session," "Your unwanted opinion is a sick obsession." "So shut your mouth and end this session." "next time we both take a piercing... i take one in my nose and you get a prince Albert...."
