Darkness decends like a red mist,
Blinded by fog, there is no light,
Reaching grasping for air,
But of course air is all around,
You just can't see it.
Crushing, crush a little more and again until nothing is left. What once beat with joy is now a steal reinforced container. A coffin for joy where light and life one flowed.
Smile, eyes and soul.... oh the last one? Yeah doesn't exist, its sleeping like sleeping beauty. Zzz
Oh but the smile, you see the eyes aren't dead, just very well hidden. But when brought out to play.... the sadist in me (or masochist) has eyes that could light up a room.... just no soul... you ever seen a soulless smile with delightful eyes?
.... oh fuck with me at your peril
(But put me in my place really cos im a big softie)
Sincerely, most submissives i know