The Dork Lord
Whipping Boy
When they say a heart
is burning, you’d think
it’d eventually go out
and stay out, right?
But no, you always find
some cinder inside
and new fuel all around you.
And each time feels like the
last time: to set yourself on
fire: to hand someone the match.
And this time is different, because
this time you want it to hurt.
You need it to punish yourself.
You NEED the abuse.
This time you deserve it.
You give her the whip and
tie yourself down and you
know no matter what she does:
Hurts you: humiliates you: if it
ends in the hospital, morgue, or
jail: it won’t be enough.
She could fuck a thousand
guys in front of you, and wipe
their seed in your hair. She
could castrate you with a
rusty flathead screwdriver.
She could rape you with
a jackhammer, and still
you’d want more.
This is your only atonement.
is burning, you’d think
it’d eventually go out
and stay out, right?
But no, you always find
some cinder inside
and new fuel all around you.
And each time feels like the
last time: to set yourself on
fire: to hand someone the match.
And this time is different, because
this time you want it to hurt.
You need it to punish yourself.
You NEED the abuse.
This time you deserve it.
You give her the whip and
tie yourself down and you
know no matter what she does:
Hurts you: humiliates you: if it
ends in the hospital, morgue, or
jail: it won’t be enough.
She could fuck a thousand
guys in front of you, and wipe
their seed in your hair. She
could castrate you with a
rusty flathead screwdriver.
She could rape you with
a jackhammer, and still
you’d want more.
This is your only atonement.