Beauty Or The Beast

Dear James

New Year, New Victim
Screwed and churned out by a sinister system.
I remember my last, deluded was his name
Still in therapy after playing my little games

I toyed with his emotions, was his very first kiss
Yet to me, he was nothing but a number on my list
It took him too long to let go of the pain
A year of infatuation forced down the drain
Like a witch drinking an infants blood to maintain her youth
I get off to the thought of the shattered you

I loved producing the tears, it made for a good show
I loved exposing your greatest fears, and pushing you to new lows
Threatened my death, your family and my life
Did you see what I did to your back with my knife?

Do I miss him? Was it worth losing his alliance?
I like the way I am, and don't desire any guidance.
It was worth losing a hundred to see how you ended up.
It was worth losing a thousand to watch your torch snuff.

It's a new year and I hunger for more.
So dear reader, I dare you to come knock on my door.