Play on my fears.
Caress the outer edges of my limits.
When sobs wrack my body
And my tears signal approaching panic;
Bring me to the brink of hysteria,
Only to be my savior.
Easing me back almost to reality
Before plunging me again into the abyss.
I am lost,
But for the shackles that hold me.
They are my comfort in the darkness,
Beyond the borders of pain.
Tears flowing freely have become my release.
My truest freedom is found within bondage.
Kneeling before you,
Still floating between here and nothingness,
Tear stained face lifted to you;
You are all that I see, all that I know,
The air that I breathe;
My very existence belongs to you.
©Khaos WolfKat 2001