Punish Me, Dead

If I lay down my life at your feet

And begged for a chance to be seen

Would you let me down kindly again?

Or would rigid discipline be a rod

To teach this slave his lesson?

I’m groveling in my own blood

As pathetic as I ever could be,

You’ve made a masochist out of me,

I deserve your disdain, welcome the

Pain, punish me, lady, for these

Thoughts in my head, punish me,

Punish me, punish me dead.

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