You haunted me with whispers about your dear
You obsessed with honey traps meant to ensare the object of obession
You crushed my sense of reason and glued it together with madness

The little that remained always wondered,
was this love of yours a perverse ******* that loved all it could never possess?
It always questioned why, in each of your failures you never gave up
You scorn, and find displeasure to all that desires to possess you.
Oh you sadist, when will your obsession with the things you can't possess ever be satisfied?