Not sure what to call this.

[deadtotheworld]

I dont know why i wrote this, but here it is.

Drink me down, eat me up, beat me again I don’t give a f***.
I’m good as dead, black and blue
Not a day goes by where I wish I hated you. I love the red you make me bleed
I love the pain you make me feel, the screams which upon you feed,
If you’re the death of me, then I guess im good as gone,
I lust for you, as you beat me up,
Your hand strikes me and It’s a euphoric climax,
Not what you expected but you love it none the less.
Once your done, and im black and blue,
Hold me close and tell me your love for me is true.

[TKei]

I sure hope this isn't based on real experiences...

[deadtotheworld]

no haha, it isn't. Just really from stuff have seen and how i've interpreted it from the person involved's view.

[TKei]

Okay, good. I've written a few poems in that manner. It just gets really hard to tell in this world...

[deadtotheworld]

Yeah, very true.