u/Amagi_Arts

Congratulations, it seems like you win yet again. 

I admit, your hold over me is unyielding. 

I've given into your dark fantasies. 

I've listened to your sweet serenades. 

Another point on the board for you. 

Another tax on my psyche. 

Who knows if the blame still falls upon you?

You promise me pleasure, and for brief moments you deliver.

Even as I renegotiate the deal, you stay true to your word. 

You provide pleasure. 

Temporary, frivolous, destructive pleasure.

You're confident enough to show me the door, the answer to my woes.

You know that every step I take leads back to you.

You do not shackle me with chains. 

What good is that when you are all I know?

There is no greater control than the leash around one's mind. 

You have me whipped like no other. 

I hunger for your command-

a ravenous beast of desire. 

I ache for your presence-

a feral heat consumes me. 

You destroy me. 

Humiliate me.

Demean me. 

You built this cage-

but I threw away the key. 

Congratulations, it seems like you win yet again. 

I admit, your hold over me is unyielding. 

I've given into your dark fantasies. 

I've listened to your sweet serenades. 

Another point on the board for you. 

Another tax on my psyche. 

Who knows if the blame still falls upon you?

You promise me pleasure, and for brief moments you deliver.

Even as I renegotiate the deal, you stay true to your word. 

You provide pleasure. 

Temporary, frivolous, destructive pleasure.

You're confident enough to show me the door, the answer to my woes.

You know that every step I take leads back to you.

You do not shackle me with chains. 

 What good is that when you are all I know?

There is no greater control than the leash around one's mind. 

You have me whipped like no other. 

I hunger for your command-

a ravenous beast of desire. 

I ache for your presence-

a feral heat consumes me. 

You destroy me. 

Humiliate me.

Demean me. 

You built this cage-

but I threw away the key. 

You- creature of doubt. 

Pleasure’s peril, ambition’s assassin. 

I will never stop battling you. 

To stop would mean I forfeit life. 

No matter how bated the breath I will steel myself before you. 

The clatter of knees will not topple me. 

The sweating of hands will not loosen my grip. 

I raise the metal of sword above my head. 

And with herculean might I send it crashing down into the creature. 

But the battle was lost before it even began. 

“You... are nothing.”

“You will always be nothing*.”

Eight words heralded my end-

two somber sentences steeped in odious pity. 

My will- dismantled. 

Its dark whispers slither within the folds of my brain, sapping me of all that I am. 

Its tendrils latch onto me, forcing me into its damning embrace. 

My eyes are open-

yet show me darkness. 

My ears unclogged-

yet there's a deafening silence. 

Deeper and deeper I am shepherded into its abyssal maw. 

I feel nothing. 

I exist within nothingness. 

Forever I remain… Nothing. 

You- creature of doubt. 

Pleasure’s peril, ambition’s assassin. 

I will never stop battling you. 

To stop would mean I forfeit life. 

No matter how bated the breath I will steel myself before you. 

The clatter of knees will not topple me. 

The sweating of hands will not loosen my grip. 

I raise the metal of sword above my head. 

And with herculean might I send it crashing down into the creature. 

But the battle was lost before it even began. 

“You... are nothing.”

“You will always be nothing.”

Eight words heralded my end-

two somber sentences steeped in odious pity. 

My will- dismantled. 

Its dark whispers slither within the folds of my brain, sapping me of all that I am. 

Its tendrils latch onto me, forcing me into its damning embrace. 

My eyes are open-

yet show me darkness. 

My ears unclogged-

yet there's a deafening silence. 

Deeper and deeper I am shepherded into its abyssal maw. 

I feel nothing. 

I exist within nothingness. 

Forever I remain… Nothing. 

You- creature of doubt. 

Pleasure’s peril, ambition’s assassin. 

I will never stop battling you. 

To stop would mean I forfeit life. 

No matter how bated the breath I will steel myself before you. 

The clatter of knees will not topple me. 

The sweating of hands will not loosen my grip. 

I raise the metal of sword above my head. 

And with herculean might I send it crashing down into the creature. 

But the battle was lost before it even began. 

“You... are nothing.”

“You will always be nothing.”

Eight words heralded my end-

two somber sentences steeped in odious pity. 

My will- dismantled. 

Its dark whispers slither within the folds of my brain, sapping me of all that I am. 

Its tendrils latch onto me, forcing me into its damning embrace. 

My eyes are open-

yet show me darkness. 

My ears unclogged-

yet there's a deafening silence. 

Deeper and deeper I am shepherded into its abyssal maw. 

I feel nothing. 

I exist within nothingness. 

Forever I remain… Nothing. 

Who could have known such beautiful tight-knit petals 

Would break apart and drift away

They glide across the gentle breeze 

One by one red petals disappear

Leaving the sole survivor in its wake 

Thorns

A fitting feature for one so prickly 

The stem 

Admittably not be as beautiful as a petal 

But is as every bit important 

If only it could have seen that before it was too late 

If only it could have accepted the praises of the petals… 

And the love they offered 

The rose did not wither away naturally 

For it was the stem who caused this massacre 

The stem who dug its roots deep within inferiority 

Deep within contempt 

Deep within malice 

Its vitriol dissolves understanding and forgiveness 

The stem is unforgivable

An avatar of anguish 

An arbiter of woe 

Green. Green. Green. 

Its solitude was built upon green

No more sunlight 

For it could not pierce the impenetrable green

No more water 

For it could not soak the impermeable green 

 

The stem withers away

a prisoner within itself 

Longing for solace 

For colors of days past 

It reaches out for red…

Only to be engulfed in green. 

Who could have known such beautiful tight-knit petals 

Would break apart and drift away

They glide across the gentle breeze 

One by one red petals disappear

Leaving the sole survivor in its wake 

Thorns

A fitting feature for one so prickly 

The stem 

Admittably not be as beautiful as a petal 

But is as every bit important 

If only it could have seen that before it was too late 

If only it could have accepted the praises of the petals… 

And the love they offered 

The rose did not wither away naturally 

For it was the stem who caused this massacre 

The stem who dug its roots deep within inferiority 

Deep within contempt 

Deep within malice 

Its vitriol dissolves understanding and forgiveness 

The stem is unforgivable

An avatar of anguish 

An arbiter of woe 

Green. Green. Green. 

Its solitude was built upon green

No more sunlight 

For it could not pierce the impenetrable green

No more water 

For it could not soak the impermeable green 

The stem withers away

a prisoner within itself 

Longing for solace 

For colors of days past 

It reaches out for red…

Only to be engulfed in green. 

Who could have known such beautiful tight-knit petals 

Would break apart and drift away

They glide across the gentle breeze 

One by one red petals disappear

Leaving the sole survivor in its wake 

Thorns

A fitting feature for one so prickly 

The stem 

Admittably not be as beautiful as a petal 

But is as every bit important 

If only it could have seen that before it was too late 

If only it could have accepted the praises of the petals… 

And the love they offered 

The rose did not wither away naturally 

For it was the stem who caused this massacre 

The stem who dug its roots deep within inferiority 

Deep within contempt 

Deep within malice 

Its vitriol dissolves understanding and forgiveness 

The stem is unforgivable

An avatar of anguish 

An arbiter of woe 

Green. Green. Green. 

Its solitude was built upon green

No more sunlight 

For it could not pierce the impenetrable green

No more water 

For it could not soak the impermeable green 

 

The stem withers away

a prisoner within itself 

Longing for solace 

For colors of days past 

It reaches out for red…

Only to be engulfed in green.