You are not really
Me. You just show up to hit
Me, infest me, strike
Me down like a dog.
You are not real. Power you
Wield is stolen from
Me. Go back from whence
You came. No more shall you feed
On my strength and will.
You are not really
Me. You just show up to hit
Me, infest me, strike
Me down like a dog.
You are not real. Power you
Wield is stolen from
Me. Go back from whence
You came. No more shall you feed
On my strength and will.
You do not give your
Sex, I take it. It is now
As it always was
Your struggle is like
Sweetness on my lips, Honey
In my throat. Give me.
Your tragedy, my
Symphony, your misery
My fantasy, while
I draw breath, it is
Ripped from your throat. You are mine
Forever, even
If you could kill my
Body, still would I persist;
I live inside you.