I don’t wish to kill you
Just enslave you for a while
Feel the sting of power
And the prick of hallow pride
Watch you feign death
And the given up battle
Letting the twinkle of cruelty
Change the iris’s hue
All mirrored fraction by fraction
Till the mourning dies down
And you rise from your death
To assault my convictions
And leave your ugly victory mark
On my shallow, empty hand
Which once tried to kill you…
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