Tell Me Everything
A misanthrope yet addicted
To your praise
Inclined to enslave
And beckon come and see
We can trade witticisms
Or discuss the front page
You can confide every fetish
I promise I'll behave
Even if it's 50 Shades
I'll conceal every page
Of our correspondence
And when I call
You're only talking to me
Tell the Devil everything
We can mourn our loses
Spit on the crosses
I'm your friend on standby
Forget the rest of this horseshit
I'll visit while you sleep
In the morning
You'll want to be branded by me
I'm an entity to be reckoned with
You should be scared
But instead you're soaking wet
Your submission fuels me
But your promises don't fool me
I know one day
You'll disappear and leave me lonely
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