[miss entycing]

"Standing strong, dues no longer owed, lovingly restrained within my own beautiful deviances,
awashed in shames no longer.... reaching, searching no more, allowing myself life....
i am home."


a small piece below of one of my new writings was left in the constant craving thread a few days ago...
the rest follows, thanks for reading, i hope it's enjoyed.

craving.
the Beast inside You
tearing, clawing, carving, binding, taking,
bleeding
all of me.
as You do.



First Cuts

decadent new wounds wash me clean
in Your sin, drenched in my blood
silkened canvas, bared in Your chains
You trace my soul as each cut binds me deeper into You
You own my screams
my tears decadent
deep, red, trickles of faith run down my flesh
they run to You, they scream for You
curved and sharpened is the cold steel of Your blade
as an aged pen, taken to silkened and welcoming parchment
i await this darkened masterpiece
each cut taking me into Your soul
each breath i am allowed to take belongs to You
You carve me to life
my body dances for You
delicate red, trickles flow onto steel and mix with Your Leather
my tears of lifes blood flow all around You
fierce is Your intent, each lash deeper, deliberate
wounds deepen for You
silkened flesh of Your one precious china doll opens before You
and You again take Your place inside my very being
carving out O/our place in life, O/our time of rapture
shredding my silence with screams of blood red faith
it's here at this moment, i sell my soul to You
and You devour each second of my sweet terror and submission
with the next cut
slicing through Your precious doll taken briefly from Your shelf
a lifetime will never be enough time to carve Your canvas
You claim Ownership of my soul
i offer to You deep, warm, red trickles
willingly, they fall upon polished boots, where You bid them to fall
tearing through my sin, You bring me to life
the life You allow me, the life i graciously submit to You
i belong to only You
my blood, i hand to You willingly and without hesitation
paint Your canvas my Lord
draw upon my flesh for strength
carve unto me a new life
in gentle, loving, safe and heavy hands
dust off this exquisite creature
Your china doll, i am
delicate, priceless, a treasure only You behold
allow me to rest upon Your shelf with new blood red stories
carved upon my skin
for only You to behold, to read
to feed upon
cold steel of Your magnificent blade drenched
in my love
warm, sweet and true
as the tears of red that reach for You, that fall for You
each decadent, and maddening drop- You catch
they belong to You
just as each breath i take, that i am allowed to take
belongs to You
carve Your canvas with my blood
Your blade belongs to me now
it carries my scent
new life awaits like no other before
stories of old come to life in Your hands
blood drenched chains rattle softly
speaking to You and i
the deeper You cut, the farther You step into my soul
i breathe You in because You allow me
this delicous burn of Your blade sates me
like nothing ever imagined
timeless this portrait shall become
gentle deep red stories
of beginnings
new life
painted in red.





(c) miss entycing 12/2011