The Rack

THE RACK

On the rack
You look so sweet,
As tensioned ropes ,
Cause bones to creak.

You squeal in pain,
So loud and true,
As limbs tied tight,
They turn to blue.

Starved of blood,
Stripped of pride,
Of your guilt
I think I lied.

I said a witch
Was what you were,
And through my ties
Now you suffer.

For evil is,
As evil does,
My pleasure's gained,
Through tortured love.

Last night in arms,
As two we lay.
Though I think my sickness,
Loves it more this way.

Now just like last night,
Together we are,
But soon you'll depart,
So very far.

Still till that time,
I'll tweak you so,
I'm sure six inches,
You will grow.

So smile with me,
Enjoy your time,
Bye-bye my love,
Soon you will die.