Happy noises, heroin smiles,
the chirruping of lunatics;
all of witchery that beguiles:
read on, for these are the tricks
I play on you. You’ve been hexed,
you are glamoured, you’re entranced,
and not in the least perplexed
that you’re so pliable in my hands –
my tool, mere poppet, a toy
to play around with as i please.
See here! In my twisted joy
how i could force you to your knees,
a fusty ragdoll with a word
or dancing like a soul possessed,
compelled, no matter how absurd
my whim, no matter how addressed
in tone or slyness of appeal,
to cavort and prance at my command;
yet nothing i’ll tell you is real,
not where truth isn’t in demand,
nor justice believed in by fools
and hope is sought always in vain;
and by these unbreakable rules
I teach you the value of pain.
Nor begging, nor wheedling will help,
nor through bribery pay to salve:
soon, i’ll leave you, a broken whelp,
forgotten and damned, unabsolved.
And then you will know how it feels
when life is nought but obstruction.
When all’s lost, reality reels,
and you’re tested to destruction.
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