No Freeing A Lustful Slave Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Do you really want them to beg?
A slave to your very being.
Fulfilling every need and desire, but giving up there own soul to do so.
The cost of possession, is more then a simple obsession.
It is the loss of so many ambitions.
Nothing more then a broken toy.
How long will the rattle satisfy?
Bored to tears, soon it is no longer enough to pacify.
An your heart has been long gone.
An empty kind of love.
A dove that can barely fly.
You push and they fall.
And you think your not at fault.
You tempered love with lust.
The perfect satanic potion.
A man turned into dust.
Crushed beneath mountains.
No reason to argue.
We do not want those, who do not want us.
But we shouldn't want those who want us too much.
A moderation in the object of your heart.
Obsess and get torn apart.