All Up in Your Head
The drum of your heart, a frantic beat,
Against my palm, a captive heat.
Your lips ajar, a wordless sigh escapes,
Your gaze ensnared, you're just a prisoner to my shapes.
I've tunneled in, a subtle spore,
Planted deep within your core,
Lost in this intoxicating rain,
I’m a weaver of spells that ignites depths of your pain.
Your obsession blooms, blinded by desire,
Consumed by this infernal fire.
I'm the constant phantom, lurking shade,
Haunting even time and space, that's a promise.
That will have you turning each maddening, inner page.
A constant thirst, a growing, aching need,
For a deeper draught, a passionate deed.
You crave the touch, the whisper, and the chase,
Lost in the labyrinth of my embrace.
Addicted now, to the pleasures I impart,
You're a puppet now, dancing to the rhythm of my art.
I am the echo in your hollow space,
The constant phantom you can't displace.
I'm all up in your head, playing in this gilded cage,
Turning your sanity into an untamed rage.
Trapped and tangled, in this silken thread,
Forever mine, now and until you're dead.
All because I got all up in your head.
A symphony of madness, that is all up in your head.
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