Terminal Masochist

Sneak into my room, i don't want to know you're here,
Pin me down on the bed, cover my mouth, whisper in my ear,
As you pull out your knife, make my death look like art,
As you slide it through my chest and pierce into my heart.

Force a pillow on my head, make it hard for me to breathe,
As you straddle me both naked, just before i plant my seed,
Push the pillow down harder, until i gasp for air,
Keep riding me my darling, until you see my deaths stare.

Stand me up naked, tie my hands up way above my head,
Rub yourself on a chair in front me, just like you said,
Move your nakedness up and down around my crotch,
Reach up and gently knick my artery, with your scalpelled touch.

Handcuff me so tightly, onto your king sized bed,
Treat me like a dirty man, punch me in the head,
Rub your breasts against my chest, sit roughly on my face,
Slap me all over my body hard and put me in my place.

When it seems you've had enough, and it's time to treat me bad,
Twist and squeeze my manliness, I'm the worst that you've had,
And when it comes to ending it, and think that i am grosse,
Stab that needle into my veins and start my overdose.