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Messing with torture

Creating pain

Living without rules that are safe

Safe

Pleasure like none before

Entering places

Letting go all that has frayed

Be

Crush. Thrust.

Inside. Outside.

Scent lingers here now

Cutting through skin

With a sharpness like no other

Safe

Outlasting panic

The fear that drives you

Becoming more than just pain

Safe

Crush. Thrust.

Inside. Outside.

Taste of blood and sweat

Taints the bitter mouth

And making it seem so wrong

Wrong

The spine isn’t meant to be

Not meant to be spared

Not without chemicals that stain

Crawl

Crush. Thrust.

Inside. Outside.