I hate you…
your sour tears
are the treble in my laughter.
Your self-imposed lonely nights…
they loose my eyes from the sockets in profane bliss.
But it’s when you deny your need for help…
Mmm…those are the times I relish
that’s when I know you are mine
and I squeeze a little tighter
and I take a little more.
You can’t vanquish me alone
so I make you crave aloneness…
I’m crafty that way.
My appetite is for your soul
and you lay out a buffet just for me…
Ahh…you taste so good to me,
can you feel me gorging myself on you?
I set out to chase everyone away
and I love it when you help me.
Truth-tellers…keep them away.
I stand between you and LIFE.
I’ll let you look…
I like it when you look,
but I’ll never let you touch…
kill me before I kill you!