Elucidating Questions

I used to be a masochist but the safe word doesn’t take

Baby hurt me, hurt me more.

But No never seems to change it.

I wish I knew where I’m wrong so I could fix it

But to fix it would imply I’m capable

Capable to fix it

I have no interest in the thunder

Simple harking to nothingness

What was once the place where the heart beat tender

The silence of the answer tearing into the flesh

Like the dagger once again

Quiet and hard when he realises over again that he can’t save me

Tears from cold and tired eyes when I wish he could.

I don’t understand it.

Everyone puts on the colours of their lord,

Willing or not,

And falls under his banner

Reaping no benefits they sew for him