He knows me oh too well.

He knew me more more than I knew thyself; This I refuse to deny.
Hindrance in my darkest efforts, never culminate in succession,
Magnetizing cognition to repel light
and reap the boon of the shadows,
but I could never prevail.
As I place my hand on the other side he merely looks at me...
enough to demolish one's pride,
Fear.
His eyes so deep yet lucidly revealing his trail of regrets to me,
so quickly I retreat,
Vanquish!
He slowly intertwines his fingers with mine, resembling that of lock and key,
form fitting like the tightly worn dress of a girl silently craving for her long desired worth,
Sad?
sheepishly I grin*
The juicy delight of doing it just one time sounds so promising and so
I yearn to inhale that slowly and let it flow through my veins
And finally releasing the feces onto someone else!
Barbaric? ... What isn't?
Wishing to ride freely in indifference and smothered in its nature,
I find no home.
Handicapped by my brighter side, I never exceed my limits,
Simple to say, he knows me oh too well.