The final thud

Soothing pain
Nah, the pain, pain of heart
Pain of soul
Demons laughed with the final grunt
Walls stayed, the witness of hell
Gasping breath they muffled
Pain of body veiled
Sniggering subs, enjoying the act
Masters enslaving the slave
They looked at her for the final act
Flesh they relish ain’t just flesh
Just stay with me till the final pain
Just kill me quick, let me be slain

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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