Masks are ridiculous
Do you think they hide you from my knowing eyes
Fool. Don't think you can
Mr. Cynicism,
Feign more disdain.
Pretend you hate me.
More, please, more.
Oh, please, more.
Why don't you just slap me
The moment our eyes meet
In the corridors of that dungeon
Your dry hands own me more than you know.
I can't believe you
Rendering me pathetic
How the hell did you know my weakness
Was you
And those treacherous eyes
I already told you
You can't stop me
I've already gone beyond normalcy
Next day, you'll find me,
Feel me biting your chest
When you take me to bed.