Hunger

Skin like snow, deliciously soft
Just waiting to be marked.
You start to run; I see your fear,
You scream, and now it starts.

I watch you laugh, you sound so free
You’re begging to be owned
A collar tight around your throat
I’ll prove your joy is loaned.

A bruise to put you in your place
Your collection begins now
‘No’ is just another breath
Another pain-filled sound.

These tears are more than useless
Not a proper way to plead
On your knees and eyes downcast
Or then you’ll start to bleed.

And no-one here will save you
They cannot hear your screams
Women were always too weak
You are such noisy things.

----- A/N this was for one of my stories im not REALLY a psycho (most of the time) and i don't actually think this way of girls. OK? XD