Hostage-held in your arms, sweet captor. I feel the sadism controlled in your skin like potential energy - it breathes chills, shivers and gooseflesh into me from the grope of your grasp on my vulnerable flesh. Idle and restless, I writhe, bratting and begging for your strength to be my guide, a demented doctor in the dark, a cruel master walking me - hooded - to the auction block Let me hear how much the world thinks I'm...

Collar crowned; slave to reign. I promise to use my scepter for more than delivering pain. I hold more secrets in my hearth of hearths than words can ever explain; Mysteries, madness and majesty all call home to my veins. Elect to bow and swear fealty, I will hold your vulnerability; And eat the parts of you That feel guilty from your soul. Bitter tastes are my mother’s milk, My bite can make you feel whole. Bow, deep eno...