Be Logical
Slam the door in her face.
Twice.
Don't let her breathe.
Think for her.
Don't let her catch you.
Make a plan.
Think it through.
Think.
Reason.
Plot.
It's all a game, really.
Games and fun.
Cut her off.
She doesn't need friends.
She likes lonely.
Give it to her.
In heaps.
Shove her face in it.
She'll always have God.
But make her doubt.
Make her question.
It's not your troubled sleep.
It's not your nightmare.
And even if it was.
No matter.
Watch her cry.
Each tear is like candy.
Look what I can do.
I'm powerful.
Yes, I have control.
Me.
No one else if I can help it.
And of course I can.
Of course I can.
Break down the walls.
Refurnish.
I'm not the puppet master.
I'm the master of puppet masters.
That makes me special.
Look at all my talents.
I've got a bloody trophy case.
Would you like to see it?
Your name is inside.
Don't worry, you're in good company.
Make it so the only one she has is you.
Then it's easy.
Then the game is all but won.
Then you can take and make it seem like giving.
Deception is an understatement.
Cruel is an understatement.
Heartless and manipulative and cold.
Flash that smile.
Joke around.
Make them feel like they own you.
Make them feel secure.
Listen oh so well.
Be such a good listener.
Have insight.
Everyone loves insight.
It's all important.
Every word is a key.
And every lock can be yours for the taking.
It hardly even matters what's inside.
Take for the sake of taking.
And enjoy it.
Acquisition is the boon of man.
You could always try poetry.
She's slipping away?
Reel her in.
Convert.
Try your hardest.
Make confessions.
Be reverent, for once.
Read the Good Book.
Make contributions.
Be generous.
Be forgiving.
But don't let her know your kidding.
You were always such a good actor.
Use your skill set.
Your God-given greed.
Go!
Hurry.
Because every second she's alone she's thinking for herself.
Get those blinders on.
Whisper sweet nothings.
You really love her.
You really do.
Why are you doing this?
Just level with her.
Be honest.
Be forthcoming.
See that she appreciates it.
Turn over a new leaf.
See the light at the end of the tunnel.
Go towards it.
But the tunnel gets dark.
Dark is scary.
You revert.
Your eyes glow red.
You hide them.
At all costs.
You emerge.
For a split second, somehow, you are at peace with the pieces of yourself.
Blink.
Gameover, darling.
You make up something.
Anything.
Why?
Shut up, whiner!
Give it to her!
Let her have it!
She deserves it!
For what?
Shut up I said!
Let me do the talking.
Oh how I've longed for this.
I really wish you wouldn't.
Who asked you?
But I love her.
He bursts out laughing.
He spits in your face and sprints off without you.
You can't catch him.
You really did try.
He gets there first.
He lies.
He spews out rubbish.
If he'd only stop and think.
No.
Take the reigns.
Good-bye, he says.
Fuck off, he means.
If you could only catch him.
But he's faster than you are.
Faster and smarter and better at what he does.
He's grown so strong now.
So strong.
You can hardly show your face.
And it's so hard to tell the difference between you.
He's such a good actor.
Better than you.
Always better than you.