Sweet Dreams

Every night I look at the clock until it strikes at eight,
excited to be alone, I cannot wait.
Dark fantasies of being in pain, I will create
inside my head where evil thoughts perpetuate.

I go to my room and lie on the bed
as I prepare to fully cover my head.
Sometimes a blanket, sometimes a pillow, but a plastic is my fave,
then I will shut my eyes and put my mind in a rave.

I was abducted by a man so strong.
Quickly he shoved his dick so long.
He pressed my face down the table and thought, "What could go wrong?"
then he put his dick inside me after destroying my thong.

I was being choked so hard on my neck,
my face was filled with tears; I was a total wreck.
The ropes around my neck tightened
as I was dropped in a tub to be christened.

Bound helplessly, I was put in the air
when I felt a loud thud, ah, I was beaten by a chair.
And then after some bruises had appeared,
I was mercilessly, continuously whipped.

I was commanded to be in all fours.
Blindfolded, I didn't know what happened to my holes.
But I felt objects being put inside with force,
I started shaking and screaming, they all felt coarse.

Pierced, poked, cut -- my skin was a mess,
I honestly felt a damsel in distress.
Needles and knives scatter on the floor.
Blood splatter like I was in a gore.

I felt barbed wires, and fire, and ice
on my body that's being feasted with flies
Inside my head I hear a thousand cries.
Inside my head I see myself die.

I open my eyes and put the plastic away,
after sometime I can finally inhale.
A breath of fresh air surrounds my face
as my brain adjusts to all the haze.

Sweet dreams to myself I hope for a good sleep
that I don't even need to count the fucking sheep.
Sweet dreams to myself my moans are a lullaby.
Tonight as I sleep, I'll bid a temporary goodbye.