Come on now, take my hand, kindly come with me.
Entrust your heart and all you are to my secrecy.
You hand me your heart, mind and soul, and I shall give you naught.
In exchange, I will leave you tattered, broken, tearful and distraught.
Don’t try to tear yourself away, for you know it is in vain.
You know you’d rather stay here, my dear, and simply endure this pain.
Because what you are losing to the world, I selfishly hold tight.
But your love and care mean nothing to me, I know that it’s alright.
For you see, I’ve got it down to a science, years of trial and error.
You’re merely another trial, child, a simple change in weather.
For when you are finally washed up, and those tears turn to vapor,
I will vanish like the wind, skedaddle, scram, see you later.
I wonder if you’ll ever see through this veil, I’ve so long wore.
Lest I treat you like the other hearts, I’ve worn down and tore.
It really matters not, for surely you already know.
When you decide you’re gone, it’s one down, billions to go.
How do you think I’m so good at it, this love game of mine?
I’ve distilled, perfected, and fine tuned this craft with time.
Of course I’ll come back to you, when all seems to be astray.
But the very next day, the same deal, I will push you away.
I’ve got you on a string, and dear God, it was so easy.
You are my toy, my little play thing, something to amuse me.
I’ll let you fall and hit that bump, and you’ll come right back.
All the while, this string I’ve kept you on, remains dutifully intact.
Surely you hold on, for the knot you tied is so secure.
And surely I will corrupt thee, so angelic, so pure.
Because I am what you call a “bad boy,” and I am your type.
I am the boy you dream of, and call late at night.
I’m keeping you from someone who deserves you, with absolute ease.
I’ll show you what they would shower with, almost like a tease.
For the second you smile, and the second you grin.
I’ll merely yank that string, and you’ll rebound again.
It’s as simple as walking a dog, at least for me it is.
The second you saw me, and I saw you, Ding, it begins.
The cycle I’ve crafted, the designed I’ve mastered.
It’s not your heart or mind, but pants that I’m after.
Sure you won’t see it, for I’ll never let you know.
But it takes a fool to continue to watch my show.
You must be foolish, and you must know by now.
That I’m only letting you give me, what I allow.
I am the mastermind behind this plan, the perfect heist.
I will pull this off with eerie precision, a sniper poltergeist.
You’ll never see it coming! Or perhaps you will..
But does it even matter? It’s my life you’ll fulfill.
You know all I’m going to do it hurt you, at least thats the jest.
You’ll learn to enjoy the pain, and strive, emotional masochist.
Can you feel my grip on your heart? Can you feel my hands?
You know that you are mine now, give into my demands.
Turn your back on your friends, the one’s who been there.
The one’s who don’t want to see you hurt, the one’s that care.
You’re mine plain in simple, and mine and mine alone.
I’ll take your open heart, harden it, turn it to stone.
For when you are done with me, I’ll have you hooked.
The next “bad boy” that comes along, will read you like a book.
The “good guy” you deserve, sit’s back in pain.
Not because he is hurt, you’re just sullying your name.
For you see I am the wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you are prey.
Day in, and day out, in the pasture you shall stay.
For when I am hungry, I will once more hold out my hand.
For you are my dinner my dear, poor, defenseless, lamb.
I wrote this for all of the “good guys” like myself out there who see the world for what it is. This is what we know goes on in their minds, but what can we do to stop it? Words are not enough, and the barriers are too strong for us to break. We can only stand back and shake our heads, as all the angels on the planet succumb to the treacherous.