Deja Vu

little slices of intent cut me
your bid to get away is futile
inside the noise you are lost

playing a melody only you hear I drive you mad
insatible lust you crave
it is with a directness I address you

do your worst

covet another, she will leave you unsatisfied
sate your hunger with one of your caliber
I don't undestimate you
don't do it with me

conflicting feelings will lend to your doubt
I see you in the internal storm
holding tight to your pride

restless Sadist
I will provoke your hand
desires of the soul go unfulfilled

your rage grows
under a reddened moon

did you not know?

I can see you