| Be wary of emotions thou dost feel From thy initial exchanges of words. For full of tongue entwined, knowledge alike and shallow praises they may be... Thou will realise before soon, Virgin velvet rose petals wither. Innocent porcelain teacups chip. And thy heart will draw breath no longer. For 'tis I. The Slayer of Feigned Intimacies, Here to sever the chains that bound mere Mortals to crevasses fill'd with lies. I can be thy savior. I can be thy nightmare. Thou needst be careful in picking, All ye manner of hail and pleasantries. I shall be the judge of thy character. Thou dost need be mine. Equally we shall pleasure in revealing, Secrets we have maligned. Stand behind thy curtains of iron. Fear not! I shall soon point out; Thy every crack and spongy surface. And strike while 'tis weak and hurting. And thou shall remove offended, And be well upon thine way. So here doth be the final warning. Open up thyself, else feel the sting Of words, piercing as clean dawn rays. I welcome thou into my arms. |










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