It's flying,
adrenaline, and anticipation,
and yet none of those things
It's eager but oh so impatient
It's a knot of slimy, coiled snakes
Pressing against the inside of my ribs
Sometimes I think they'll rip through -
that they must rip through - to take what is theirs
what is mine
And oh, your eyes do not help;
Not when I reach into their depths and see reflected within
an image of me, a faint reflection, your fear awakened under my careful gaze
And oh, you don't know how tempting it is
We must be connected, you and I,
by the way I sense everything you feel and the way I know you inside and out and
the way I can whisper those words that make you tremble and hurt
So your pulse will stutter its faint rhythm, that unholy urging, its captivating beating soft beneath my fingers-
No;
calm,
wait,
wait.
A Master of myself,
A God of sorts,
Never felt this Way,
Until Now, but I,
Am fully in Control.
You are unique though, aren't you?
We must be connected, you and I,
(It is not bad to think this
Not when I am collected)
How strongly I perceive your mere presence
And you know...
No one else sees these things I do,
No one but me
Oh, you're beautiful.
When that shiver goes down your back
When you cast me, your stranger, an odd look,
Then brush it aside, thinking to yourself I was not watching
Only a coincidence you looked up at the same time I looked at you
When you twist that same curl between your fingers
When you chew absentmindedly on your straw
When you lost your receipt on the way to the train
When you walk quicker in the dark
When you know I'm following you
And the hunger rises
To find sickness in you and make it spread,
Bring your nightmares to reality and explore the walls of your mind, wherein I long to find your true agony,
Reveal your true and raw torture
Oh, we must be connected, you and I!
Ever bound together; two parts of a whole,
As I step towards you and you step back - a dance of sorts, we're dancing, you know,
Don't think I don't see it!
How your eyes catch sight of the shimmer of silver glint,
And widen so perfectly
Breathe me in,
and I will you,
We must be connected, you and I.
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