- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Chained to my throne
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Chained to my throne
Bound to my suffering
Manacled in my pain
Locked in this hell
Overseeing my own torture
Orchestrating my hell
Directing my vivisection
Commanding the anguish I feel
I lift the blade without
I raise the blade within
Tease the nerve with hook
Strip the vein with needle
Flay the muscle with scissor
Crack the bone with saw
I scream at what I cause
I am the cause of scream
Never free for me
Never allowed out again
Cannot give myself a key
Cannot give a parole
Architect of anguish
Masterminded mayhem
Alone I sit ever alone
Chained to my throne
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionabout 11 years agoTitan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
What was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The suffocating sense of woe,
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
Until its voice is echo-less.
Ashesh9about 11 years agoBound into a straitjacket , O Mastermind of Mayhem ?!?
