He dangles from chains in a hidden away room

With him I can do with whatever

Truly, his beauty is captivating

How the crimson of his life seeps over his sienna pale skin.

How it trails down his body like so many tantalizing fingers

He is mine alone

My own divine being that is for my needs and wants only.

Only to me is he alive

Dead to the world that had searched so thoroughly for him without being realized

He is an angel of crystalline tears

Each cry from those beautifully bruised lips are of my own creation

I adore this ambrosial creature

I take his battered hand into my own and press my lips ever so lovingly to his limp fingers

Instantly, he awakens from his death like sleep

His obsidian gaze looks to where I do not stand and stare

He knows who it is that keeps him company

It is my presence that breaks him

I watch him as he shatters silently

His soul screaming through those ebony eyes

And I feel myself swell with obsessive delight

He is my possession

With him, I am the monster everyone only dreams of now

My sweet little addiction that the world has wept for and then forgotten

This resplendent boy who is powerless in my embrace

He weeps as I watch him

And I feel all the more deliciously wicked

This sublime pet of mine

With permission from Lunalocatislunatica to base this off of her most recent picture, 'Sublime'.