Nineteen, agender

𓏶 any/all, masculine & neutral terms

This is a side blog,

extreme yan.

Greed is a sin I have grown accustomed to, though abhorrent and detestable, my controlling nature finds itself unable to contain the insatiable desire to wholly possess you and keep you within my grasp; be the sole cause of your joy and sorrow, your solace and suffering.

You may wander this earth,

and run to your heart's content,

fooling around with those

Granting you a false purpose.

You will not ever escape the depth

of the interest and sentiments

that i bore as faith,

as a prayer solely for you.

Will you, the object of my affection,

cruel poison, sick amend,

still bestow me your mercy,

laid In the palm of my hand,

bared of your own integrity,

on your throat, my brand.

Can you feel the pressure

of my gaze, staring down at your

flesh split open, at you,

in your most vulnerable state —

wary creature, isolated mutt

unguarded and exposed

for my eyes and hands only,

to handle and truly see.

The thought of you being seen and known by another sickens me, let me remove you from the world and be your only witness.

Poor little insecure and weak mutt, won't you come here and see that i can grant you everything you desire ?

Forget about clicker training, i would dissect your brain and rewire it to my own liking.

To my fingers tracing your jugular —

Wandering close to your pulse.

Surrender to me,

to my eyes gazing down at your own,

Your sole witness,

gnaws on your sins,

Basks in your flaws —

No other soul will witness your own;

the rot etched into your bones

or the shame lying within

Satiates my hunger

endearing distress; exposed prey

Seized by gentle hands

Pulling you open at the seams,

the vulnerability within

you, my eternal damnation