Fluer de Lazarus

Lazarus o Lazarus 
I yearn for your lair
Where others see fury 
I see a beauty so fair

Your tongue like a whip
Give me a lick 
Stick the knife in slowly 
As I enthusiastically strip 

I, your bound flagellant 
You, my sadistic keeper
As sponge for your punishment 
I spit shine your cleaver 

Celebrate my demise 
Dance on my pyre 
Toss my husk in your pit
Resurrect me until you sate your desire