master of an evil kind
ought to control your body
mind
and time
let me be your vice
shaking and trembling
feelings of emptiness that have no end
I'll make you believe I am the cure
for every kind of disease
that I must give you stillness and relief
as I've got you wrapped around my finger
while I take control of your veins
let me be your vice
releaser pressure
bring your mind at ease
I could be the promise to numb your pain away
take control on every move and breath
as all those hurtul experiences and memories are fading away
lost within the gaze of your own thoughts
let me pull you back in
harder and faster
body and soul!
let me be your vice
aspire to be needed as the air you breathe
demanded to sustain your life
desired like some compelling psychedelic drug
to run through your veins
and demolish you whole
YOU ARE READING
hopeless devotion
Poetry[poetry | prose] incapable of redemption or improvement; lack of control, responsibility, and reasoning a collection of blind love thoughts and the irrational faithfulness that comes within © all rights reserved | desantiagooox
