I’ve been accused of hexing you, but I know that’s just blasphemous pettiness
You’re the one that I demand to answer my inquiries
Clarify which hypnotic device you used on me to make me disregard all sound judgement
What kind of poisonous arrow did you pierce my heart with so that it only beats for you?
Did you electrocute or inject me stealthily to change my brain chemistry to only respond to your stimulus?
How did you arouse my soul so that it desires you incessantly?
Don’t force me to turn this into a tortured interrogation; provide satisfactory explanations
I know it pleases you to hold control over my being, but release the secret to my enchantment
Or would you rather that I extract it by force?
Speaking frankly, I could have you singing a confession, all I need is a pair of red stilettos
I’ll leave to your imagination what murderous methods I’d resort to in an effort to unravel your devious schemes
So, return my desire to live, my distorted sense of happiness and the mellowed version of my personality
I beg you to unchain my spirit and allow me to become comatose once again
Anything is better than surviving in this limbo where you won’t liberate me, but you also won’t consummate me
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:49 PM UTC
I’ve been accused of hexing you, but I know that’s just blasphemous pettiness
You’re the one that I demand to answer my inquiries
Clarify which hypnotic device you used on me to make me disregard all sound judgement
What kind of poisonous arrow did you pierce my heart with so that it only beats for you?
Did you electrocute or inject me stealthily to change my brain chemistry to only respond to your stimulus?
How did you arouse my soul so that it desires you incessantly?
Don’t force me to turn this into a tortured interrogation; provide satisfactory explanations
I know it pleases you to hold control over my being, but release the secret to my enchantment
Or would you rather that I extract it by force?
Speaking frankly, I could have you singing a confession, all I need is a pair of red stilettos
I’ll leave to your imagination what murderous methods I’d resort to in an effort to unravel your devious schemes
So, return my desire to live, my distorted sense of happiness and the mellowed version of my personality
I beg you to unchain my spirit and allow me to become comatose once again
Anything is better than surviving in this limbo where you won’t liberate me, but you also won’t consummate me
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