ControlA Poem by Ink SeductressSubmission: so sweetFear takes hold of me in a vise-like grip, Air is stolen from my lungs; precious bubbles of oxygen, My heart beats violently against my rib cage, Why fight to live, when submission to death is bliss? This pain is real, it’s tangible, I can almost reach out and touch this Angel of Death, Bright white spots blur my vision, My sanity slips little by little. Weakness? No. This control gives me strength, Just the fact that I hold precious life in the palm of my hands, And that with a flick of my fingers I can take it, Control, Power, Strength" © 2015 Ink SeductressAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 19, 2015 Last Updated on March 19, 2015 AuthorInk SeductressLancaster, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutDon't get too close, you might not like what you find, I've spent my life disguising myself, finding places for my demons to hide. Don't say I didn't warn ya, cause I really did try. You'll fall under.. more..Writing
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