If he knew the amount of power
He still holds over my fragile existence
He'd rise to dictator status
Because that's what he is to me
I'm like a Jew  in love with ******
Being sent off to the showers
I suffocate on the memory of promise
If he knew how often I think of him
He wouldn't know what to do
He'd be giddy and not the least bit afraid
Because I have a monopoly on fear
When it comes to that Peter Pan
A boy child never to turn man
If he knew the feelings I still harbor
But dare not to confess
He would abuse that power profusely
Because knowledge is the web
I'm eternally trapped in
I'm not a *******
But I still adore
That sadist