RED ROOM

RED ROOM

1. In a Red Room, with no curtains,
Bars on the windows ad locks upon the door.
Whips and chains line the walls inside the chamber.
Milk white thighs, naked flesh, 'neath black leather
Put restraints upon the love that we had known.
In a Red Room, a room we know so well,
From which there's no escape, there are no exits.
And Pain become our true initiation.
And Fear become the Master that we Serve.
And I don't remember who I am
Or who or what I have become.
Waiting in quiet desperation
For Dawn to come.

2. At the temple of my body, come to worship.
And I will be your Priestess, kneel before me.
And I will teach you of the Mysteries.
When you become my Master, invoke your demons
With incantations to the elemental spirits.
Scourge my naked flesh with your desire.
In a Red Room, a room we know so well,
Where we can bare our souls, there are no secrets.
And Pain become our true Initiation,
And Fear become the Master that we Serve.
And I don't remember who I am,
Or who or what I have become.
Waiting in quiet desperation
For Dawn to come.

(COMMENT: The dedication is to poet Violence Onelove.)