Letters from the Marquis - Tales of the haunted

[MarquisdeShey]

You thought the world was simple,
a thread connecting all points,
a chance encounter.

Now, you lay suffocated by the false images,
the rage building inside you, searching for an escape,
screaming, throwing your body against the being that unfairly has kept you captive
to a story, so eagerly told that you foolishly relenquished all your powers.

little did she know that an evil stayed dormant inside you and the slight sense of fear ignites a demon unwilling to submit. It is now, that you both lay lifeless, speechless, facing opposing walls wondering how did you get here in the first place.

[MarquisdeShey]

The mundane floods the light of your desires
Needing to comply and senselessly walk into the rage
Wondering why the fire has burnet and the ice
Which whisper "relinquish" has attached itself to your bones.

You find it funny that someone who once appeared so giant suddenly became meaningless to your ears and eyes.

You tremble under the shadowy figure. You look beyond and grasp onto whatever shred of life is left. You curse the angel that suddenly transformed itself into a demon suckling the honey of your existence.

You scream in hopes that a ghost may answer back.

[MarquisdeShey]

Sadist. Masochist. Kinky. Powerful. Givers and takers. Top submissives. Bottom players. Hungry. Perverse sweetness. Not Yours, all yours. Women.