Obsession
It's happened before—it can happen again.
It strikes without warning and you're fucked!
Just when you think you're over “that sort of thing.”
You're not.
You're back in the deadly game.
Getting ready to make a complete ass of yourself—yet again!
Putty in their hands.
A fool to be manipulated.
A mouse to be played with before the kill.
Just a little bite to watch you bleed.
Then a sensuous smile to make it hurt all the more.
Say good bye to decency and hello to emotional enslavement.
To that curvaceous cunt of desire.
To your final moments of sanity before she sticks the dagger in.
You know it's coming.
You almost look forward to it.
Heaven help us fools!
We are helpless to say no.
We the hooked.
The ones who get caught in the tender trap.
Those tentacles wrap around.
You know what the plan is.
And yet you welcome it!
In fact you help the process along.
Spending, promising, giving more and more.
It's taken—all of it.
Before you know you've served your function.
You utility, you.
Crawl away.
Wiser?
Hardly.
You'd do it again and again.
You'll never learn.
Better to have loved and lost than to…
Says who?!
Some asshole trying to be wise.
As opposed to this asshole who isn't.
Calm down pal.
You schnook.
Better luck next time.