I had a dream the previous night,
Blossoming from the edge of reason,
In this world I entered twilight,
Blissfully falling to submission
My former flame, now she is my mistress,
Knowing of my forbidden lust,
Her foul words they do caress,
As her harsh blows turn my mind to dust
In the halls of our very school we dance,
A dance of forbidden passion and love,
Of words, whips, and a kiss for good cadence,
If only this world could then rise above
I had not a dream the night before,
A message written in oblivion
Attacking, growing to be sure,
How long ‘til this dream reaches completion?
I yearn so deeply for it to be true,
Maybe another will fulfill this dream,
Of words, whips, and a kiss to start anew,
I’m glad that, for a night I’ve been,
Introduced to the taste of this sweet poison
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