Flat Eyes and a Dark Heart

What is this monster capable of?  
Do I even care to know?  

The evil that is held in the  
Flatness of the monsters eyes  
Keeping him feeling in control  
Of his destruction  
 
Empty emotion incapable of  
Compassion and love  
Dirty with perversion  
Whispering to my own demons  
Scratching at the walls of this dark heart  
Telling me I'm unworthy  
 
Seeming to comprehend the evil in people  
Before comprehending the angel in them  
Fueling my dark heart with  
Malicious thoughts compelling  
Antipathy towards yours truly  
 
My dark heart feels out of control  
When your demons seduce mine  
While you, My monster,  builds a fire  
Hearing you pray I'll fall into the flames  
As you say you love and care for me  
 
Maybe if I was ash I'd be  
worthwhile to my monster  
But doubt clouds my mind  
This monster is only capable of  
Perceiving me as property  
Tattooing ownership in my skin  
 
Part bullshit  
Part narcissistic  
Maybe a tiny sliver of honesty  
Consumed with sociopathic desire  
Dreaming of being God over my life  
 
What is this monster capable of?  
Do I even care to know?  
 
These feelings  in my dark heart  
Disagreement and rebellion  
Clinging to it every night and day  
Just to keep a motivation of sorts to survive  
A cluster-fuck of feelings that continue to shock  
 
What is this monster capable of?  
Do I even care to know?