My Pain, Your Pleasure

Turn up the gas and burn me to the ground

Amongst the ashes I will never again be found

My pain, your pleasure is a darkness so profound

Turn up the gas and we shall be ever bound.

The whispers, the taunts and every silent sound,

They echo in my mind with a debilitating pound,

The only freedom now is beneath an earthen mound.

So turn up the gas and burn my will to the ground.