The fantasy is about power, it is really about control A powerless loveless outsider, wanting to be in control To dominate and destroy beauty, put himself in the master's role The power ends when d**h sighs, the victor digs a shallow hole The fear of failure ever-present, he is so afraid to lose That he never attempts the game, until he's lost the power to choose A slave to sadistic thoughts, the handcuff and the noose The loser's only love--control, now he plays the game to lose He is craving orgasmic power that rape can never supply It can't be taken, must be given, it evades him when they die Addiction to power consumes him, he continues to try and try Watching the energy dissipate, as he stares d**h in the eye