#Not my proudest poem but I adore the rhyme scheme :3

[joffyworld]

Control (Over All)

The rip and tear of the flesh,

Ah yes!

I confess, it's the best;

The wet mess of the hess, and the tearing of the flesh!

I digress, I divest in thee my last breath,

Till at last I am dead, once again,

By your hand, nonetheless.

Hear the howls from the jowls,

Of those who rival me right now;

Their affections are but fickle things,

So of course oh how I love the sound,

When their sinew is made piano strings,

That bids these fools kowtow; to their so beloved masters,

The Lamb and their reaper of the holy crown.

But do you ever feel?

A chance at something real?

Behind the bones and mortal moans, there may yet be chance to heal?

Do you ever hold the knife so close,

That it whispers in your ear?

Perhaps there was once another way,

That you forgot to steal.

Were we always monsters? What parts of us do feel?

Does the murder and the gluttony,

Distract us from what's real?

When I tear their hearts apart, which of us does truly keel?

I wish I had the answer lover,

But your love does draw me near;

To insanity, the tragedy!

The ever painful spiral!

It's delight I greatly take from you,

Please keep me as your idol!

I beg of you! Please listen sharp! My heart can barely take it!

My life is yours, my future given freely,

I forsake it!

Hit me once and bite me twice,

Beat me black and blue all night,

Plunge the knife and twist it thrice, don't forget to gouge the eyes.

These pains are simply but the price,

Of godhood, paid in paradise.

My body, mind, my heart and soul,

I feel as though I've lost control.

So take the wheel and lead me slow,

One last question I pray not know:

Is this love?

Or are we scared to lose control?

(Entirely based on @teruuu's Compulsion of Flesh au, check it out if you haven't!)

((it's very gory be warned, like really gory lots of gore))