Don't let me see your soul.
The flaws contained enthrall me.
Manipulation, a well sharpened tool
of my trade
softly, sweetly controls who I want you to become.
Be my villain,
for you are sufficant at the part.
I know you breath,
but are you real?
And if your not, amuse me!
Inside as you captivate
we slowly descend as one.
Locked behind the past of others
struggling to sink below.
I pull your strings as you hold my mind.
Who contorls whom?
-Alyssa
(P.S. i wrote this in five minutes or so. dont be to harsh, lmao)
