This man I am who coast before you is but infection.
The cause of all your trivial harm.
Incubus has but this face.
A single breath of fictional attraction I have fed.
Inhaled it all as the others.
The look on your face as I died.
Pleasant and calming to me.
I am but a secret of the balance.
A portioned blend of confession melts away
before you here.
Sanity is vague of definition.
Sleep pawn, Sleep as I watch.
Fearful and without answer I prey.
Weakness feeds me heavy.
All that I knew and all I believe,
all which I have taken, no longer comforts me.
Sleeping in your naive vulnerability.
Your mind is mine.
I will build who you are.
Love is but control.
I have it.
I use it.
I manipulate it.
An illusion of safety and home.
I taught you well.
A grin across my face and complete conquer. A tactic born to me.
Born to me, to end you.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
This man I am who coast before you is but infection.
The cause of all your trivial harm.
Incubus has but this face.
A single breath of fictional attraction I have fed.
Inhaled it all as the others.
The look on your face as I died.
Pleasant and calming to me.
I am but a secret of the balance.
A portioned blend of confession melts away
before you here.
Sanity is vague of definition.
Sleep pawn, Sleep as I watch.
Fearful and without answer I prey.
Weakness feeds me heavy.
All that I knew and all I believe,
all which I have taken, no longer comforts me.
Sleeping in your naive vulnerability.
Your mind is mine.
I will build who you are.
Love is but control.
I have it.
I use it.
I manipulate it.
An illusion of safety and home.
I taught you well.
A grin across my face and complete conquer. A tactic born to me.
Born to me, to end you.
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