I’ll decipher your matrix, in anticipation for your love.
I’ll be there when push comes to shove.
I’ll decode the doubts that you speak thereof.
I’ll dance with your demons to develop your higher devotion.
Like a dishonest damsel, watch me toy with your abscondence emotions.
I’m your third-person omniscient.
I embody your obsolescence.
I’ll dangle myself in front of the Devil to compete for your confidence.
There is no state or condition I can’t compliment.
I’ll flood your conscience and flush your fidelity.
I know how good we’d be separately.
In time you’ll be so much better without me.
I’ll derive a certain hunger from the depth of your adamant soul.
Wear the harness for me, lose your self-control.
Don’t be surprised when I consume your life whole.
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