Dark Passion.

The bells toll as
your laughter rings out
the chains clanging
the smell of leather
bound down
bound and gagged
submitting to your will
helpless, hapless
suspended within a dark corner
the recess of the mind
alive and intense
the increasing pain is pleasant
drifting off into another universe
transgressing into another being
pinned down and dominated
becoming your slave

pain to panic
panic to pleasure
an endless circle
a revolving door
spinning and spinning
falling and falling
rising back to
a heightened awareness
alive
every nerve is on end
stimulated almost electrified
intense pleasure and pain
combined
ecstasy taking over
releasing the spirit into
an unknown world

unknowingly awake
within a realm of darkness
between the light of day
and the setting moon
lying in
soaked sheets and perspiration
the intensity seems
so real
shaking, trembling
standing
walking to the mirror
with the realization of reality
and the experience, a nightmare
enlightening and overwhelming
awakening a beast within
revealing a latent
dark passion