When I say that I like you
I mean I like your vulnerability
I can mold a lack of conviction like that
Such a malleable element before me
With no sense of belonging
I will craft it from scratch
You will long for the song of my lips
You shall beg for the meager fill that I ration
You will stay sick on this ride, and long for stillness
But under my spell of persuasion
Your own hand will grab the lever
And incite another go-around
My words will craft a masterpiece
While in the dark room of my intent
I develop the end game’s image
A shattered, fractaled girl
Stripped of allies and of God
Committing treason with a grin
Cast you in my image
All body and no soul
Serving base desires alone
I will teach you my native tongue
Together we shall pontificate missteps
And retread them with more fervor than before
Glistening with the fruitless bathwater of self-knowledge
Desultory puppet, dance with me now!
I will relish in my creation
A most beautiful defector
A most loyal slave
Soak up my direction
Take my lashings as love
Apologize to your Master
For transgressions against Sin
Beg for my forgiveness
When you lapse to purity
For I own you now,
Body, mind & soul –
I’ve got that thing in your chest
on cruise-control.