Twisted Little Pleasures.

Sick I am!
You tell me again....
My Sweet I know.
I Love the sickening pain.

So I'm up late with you.
I hear the voices in my head,
The awful things they say.
Sick, twisted, dilluted noises.

I turn as you leave
I'm laughing Inside.
I love this s**t!
They get me off, in oblige.

I fall into sleep
Or am I really awake.
He comes to me again,
Oh darling I say TAKE!

Better than you.
He is yes, he is.
In Dream or wake,
The nights now are bliss.