More than ordinary

And there she was…
My mistress, my mind
Giving me something to believe in
I am but a slave
To her silent whispers
And her wicked demands
My involuntary compulsions
Encouraged, and at last celebrated
And she cuts me
Deeper than deep
Just to see if I’ll bleed
And when I do…
She says it’s the scars that define us
It’s the proof
That our life was more than ordinary

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