You can see the disgust on my face
Jesus Christ, you're a fucking disgrace
Crawling to me. Begging for what's yours.
You show you're weak, while power seeps from my pores.
You believe your place is beneath my feet
Your body moves to my imaginary beat
Whatever I say, whatever I do
Always means so much to you
Could you get lower, if I pushed down with my heel
Diminish your glow, until I'm all that you feel
Would you be just a shell
Of the former you, when I've welcomed you to hell
You'd think I'm sweet and you'd think I care
Because I say nice words and stroke your hair
Do you fail to notice the darkness that creeps
Around your soul. From passion it leaks.
When realisation hits
It'll be too late
The fires been lit
You fell for the bait
Now that you belong to me
Your soul is too scared to be free
You dont know how to live without my command
So come with me. Take my hand.
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Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose
PoetryI'm sure you understand what this means. A collection of various Poetry and Prose, written by yours truly. All have a hint of darkness to them.
