Bête Noire

There's an anger in my heart,
Thick sludge in my veins,
There's blood in my scars,
My soul bound in chains.
As the urge to rip you apart
Swells and I let go of the reins.
My wrath will leave its mark,
Your Will brutally slain.
Follow me into the dark.
For now your mind is my domain.
Think, and think fast
Before your thoughts have all been drained.
And you slip into an eternal coma;
your doom foreordained.
Helpless, just with your charms,
I crushed them with my gaze.
Now you're mine to harm,
As I please, I'll bind your fate
For am I not the bête noire?