pwned

These hands are cold
That insidiously
Cling to your throat
As they make their way up your neck
Your lips unfold
Fingers forced down past your tongue
As you gag and choke
Know now that you're owned

Give in. Lie down.

The trees outside tremble against the wind.
Just like your body does every time I touch your skin.
Shivers and spasms everywhere I place my hand.
Convulsive madness excites me to no end.

I'm obsessed. All the time I've spent
Reaping the benefits of your innocence.

The Fade

Like the fading warmth of this autumn day.
She gracefully bleeds shallow lakes.
Pooling on the concrete, beautiful & serene.
There is clarity in the fade.

I am amazed by the subtle way her fingers splay in the dust.
And as she lays in this display, I contemplate what I have done.
I cannot say if I would take back this day or let her run.
Its far too late to change my ways and I must say not near as fun.

Leaves blow gently as her eyes stare blankly; fixated on absolutely nothing.
Whispering faintly, the wind blows steady, fading like the heat from her body.
She, like her friends, begged in the end. Pretending like she could understand me.
You're far too young, child, and far to vain. Compared to my pain this is mercy.