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Devil's Game

Poetry By: Love Reaper

When there is no great escape.

Submitted:Apr 26, 2009    Reads: 99    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Taking control over your neck,
Teasing fears,
Desire destruction.
Pinning you down,
Limiting your air,
I kind of like this.
Ecstasy for me,
"Pleasurable" pain for you,
I yearn for more.
With a toxic atmosphere,
Passion trickling through,
In and out,
Sensation from the waves of your voice,
Unsuccessfully crying for help.
Drowning you out,
With my pitiful laughs,
I begin to drain you.
Restraining you against a wall,
Tight ropes come into play.
Suffocating your circulation,
Cutting through your arms and legs,
The ropes give a polite snicker;
You're going nowhere.
Oh how you fight for salvation,
Under minding the enemy,
You try to escape.
As you run free,
You put this behind you...
You think you're getting away,
But fall into plan.
Trapped and forsaken,
The past hovers again,
And the nightmare continues.
Dragging you like a blanket,
You scream in denial.
You think you can leave,
You are wrong.
For you are in the Devil's game,
You only suffer the deeper level of torture,
You lose,
Game over,
Welcome to my palace.


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