What ties are known for

Tightening, I am for the bindness
For me, it lets out a pause
After every ounce of thought
Ribs curve inwards, ever so closely,
Limbs tied to the ropes of my vocals.

I fear no machines, they are operated
It offers no help, I cannot rely on
Death is a mute dreamer’s moment after
Pushing the well-oiled button.

It shows, how lively my body creaks
It bleeds out joy, upon penetration
The sound of tightening binds
The tumors that escaped the lasso’d
Torso is relieved, it can always pulse
Always orgasm with the nail setting in.

Expectations dwells within.
Kill it I say, before day’s ends
Escape the natural order of
The asked and the pleading.