End the Day's Stress

Beat me, choke me, spank me,
make it hurt a lot.
You think you really have it?
Well, show me what you've got.

Tie me to the bed
so I cannot move.
Whip my bruises' bruises
so they run together smooth.

Hold me down so my screaming
can rip through the cords of my throat.
Get me to that place
where through the pain I simply float.

Use my body as your canvas,
carve into me your pain.
Bleed me your frustration
and make me right again.