House Of The Whipcord

In this house that

I built Of cold emotions

Through years of oppression

The suffering which

I obey An unbearable suffering

The rope The strangulations

The whip Total submission

In this room that

I built Of devilish lust

A tyrant's possession

Unleashed at dusk

Chained at dawn

Deprivation, solitude

Perfection, lust

In this world that

I built Of no emotions

I whip the skin

I taunt the angel

Forever And ever

Again And again