Psychological Mind Fuck

Let me be
Your psychological mind fuck
Let me inside
Your head to pull at the threads
Of sanity
Entwined with pretty words
And double-edged meanings

'Cause there is nothing
Like a really good mind game
Set out like a 3D chess board
With 192 play pieces
A tangled tug-o’-war
Where you think  
Maybe you can out-mind-fuck me

And I've never played
A game I couldn't win
With a smirk upon my face
While someone is whispering
"Bitch" under their breath
Like we're sixth graders
Sneezing insults to each other

‘Cause it all comes down to
Who’s a better liar
Shh… don’t say a word
Listen with your eyes
While you lie with the truth
Everything hidden behind
A genuinely fear-filled gaze

And it’s better when you’re drunk
Better when you cry
Better when they think
You’ll do every menial task
They can possibly conceive of
Just to please them
And fuck their egos tenderly

So tell me all your secrets
I won’t say a word
I’ll lay my soul bare
With a tremor in my voice
‘Cause secrets are only dangerous
When…
They’re not meant to be told

Come on, let me be
Your psychological mind fuck
Let me inside
Your head to pull at the threads
Of sanity
Entwined with pretty words
And double-edged meanings

With a double-edged sword
To stab you in the back with
When you least expect it
With a courtesy smile for good measure
Just to let you know
I enjoyed ever second
It took to fuck you over  

There’s a reason
You shouldn’t trust an innocent face
Or think that you’ve got the upper hand
Over someone that’s only kissing your ass
For the thrill of it
There’s a reason
They say the quiet ones
Are the ones to look out for

So look into my eyes
And ask yourself
Can you do it?
I’ll even tempt you
With an innocent smile

© Indie Adams 2012