Bound
Wrapped in chains, that's how I am, knowing its my fault for being like this, not yours. I feel the chains digging in. Digging in, digging. The pain; so memorable now that I dare look back, even though I know it's supposed to hurt. Strapped to my Liar's Chair, to make a confession of what I've done; my own lies of silk bring me pleasure, at saying more untruths, that people blithely believe. So that I could get away from this, this thing that whispers sweet blasphemies, in mine ear.
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posted by Lady Yuki Shizuka at 1/03/2006 01:52:00 pm
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2 Comments:
Very nice, it set a dark and sensual tone, though it felt as if the mood changed from the begening to the end. I liked the very last part at the end that was done in itallics
It think that mood change would be an "unknowing accident" by my part. Thanks for telling me about that :)
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