Bound

I dance with my beautiful demons;

we spin chaotically around the hollow room,

laughter booming, filling the stagnant air with music and madness.

I love when my demons wrap me up in their magnetic strength.

Tightly; forcefully, binding our ties together, as they hold me against their chest.

They take my breath away, and god, how I revel in the suffocation.

I am pressed forward, falling deeply in love with the void.

I am their toy, and they are my puppet master.

Destroy me with your touch.

Tangle me up in the strings of your everlasting love.

Enough is never enough.

I want to feel something.

Just to feel something,

I am bound.