The Flim Flam Man

 
Your persuasive stranglehold  
attaches , like a supplement
your psychological manipulation
derived from hell, its intention  
to intimidate  and confuse me,
the offshoot  of a mind fuck.

Your eyes,  show sick seedy
satisfaction at the sight of  my conformity
Skill and cunning from dark energy hangs , as if necessary for my survival
like a parasitic strand,
Again it  transforms mutates
dilutes me into a foul crumpled
 insipid person
 
This undying intention I have
To rid you of your torment
boils  inside me like an instrument
of death
It Dupes me like a cretin
As  I fall for you once again.