Manipulating

I’ll turn you into my delicious dinner.
My moral pressure gonna make you mine.
And if you run away — I’ll follow you, my sinner.
Making you hurt will give me much delight.

I wanna contemplate your deepest fear
When you are running circles on and on.
When you are waiting for completion of my cheer
And for a moment when my appetite is gone.

I feel so powerful and so almighty [;;l;ma;t;]
When for my body all your blood’s just bath.
I’ll paint my silverglass in bloody scarlet
For it to better mirroring my face tonight.

For supper I will make a bowl of your emotions,
The spices of your feelings will be added too.
I’ll leave you on an island of my lying ocean
To isolate you with no chance to break it through.

I’ll lock you up inside your mind without doors and windows.
I’ll pull the plug for making fun by choking you.
Then there will be a chance for you to rest a minute
And you will breathe the way that I allow.

I let you think that you can make decisions.
You may consider that, with choice, you’re still alive.
But you already don’t have your own vision
And, honestly, you don’t know you’ve already died.

You won’t be even able night as shelter to consider.
I’ll always firmly hold your pliant mind.
I’ll feed all your obsessions for them not to leave you
And feed my mind to make it very tight.

And finally, I’ll have amazing breakfast:
Bruschetta of self-confidence with gravy of your soul.
Your time is over, it’s the final tempest.
So now you’re deeply mine. For you, that’s all.

02.09.2023 — rus
17.10.2025 — eng