It’s a brand new day, my breeze gently sweeping your shoulder.
I’m humming softly, my calming lilt echoes sweetly in your ear.
You’re listening avidly,
In seconds, you belong to me.
I am both the king and queen of artifice.
My hands are soft and lily-white:
Clean and shining free of your dirt.
You remain in awe, marring your very essence.
I am merely cruel eyes and mocking laughter,
And I’ll watch as you drown in your hand-picked poison.
Every word ever said, every coincidence to occur,
The most perfectly deliberate ache.
Another beautiful semiplume feather in cap.
I bury my sin into your soul,
And you, you foolishly soak it in,
My best performing puppet.
A chain reaction you will never understand;
Blind to the key, your mind never shifting focus from me.
You must make sense of my arrogance,
You must decipher what I said,
And in this, you lose yourself to me.
You love me deeply;
Even on your best days, you wonder what I may think.
A love that will never die because you will never let me go,
And I will never, ever leave.
With this you hate me, intensely.
I’ve stamped my mark on you, etched to perfection.
And even when your anger is its highest for me,
I smile a little wider, I laugh a little louder
Because yet again,
You belong to me.