“All roads lead to Rome.”
I hear the rain washing out the day…
the nonsense, the routine
the daily jokes… all just gone.
The soothing rhythm
of one drop after the other,
melting into a cold sea
poured into the ground,
and I feel myself scattered inside my skin,
I feel the need and I feel your words,
I feel the thread around my will
being pulled every time a command leaves your mouth.
I can’t see it, I can’t touch it,
but it’s the air I breathe every day,
the hope of the prize,
the promise of the pleasure,
the pain that focuses all my being
and shows me the north.
It’s the unexpected,
the truth that breaks my body piece by piece
and rebuilds what should have been.
I will never be as real as I am
when I submit to you,
there was never other option,
there was never other path…
being your Pain Doll is my Rome.