Can you taste the vanilla on my lips,
Cracked and split as they are?
Touch synthetic truths,
Carved as patchworking scars upon my skin?
When I am a husk,
Of this gargantuan –
Will you remember me,
Sugar sweet?
This mask to keep you happy.
Slave to will & whim.
Turn,
Face me.
Playing substitute father,
To broken women.
I tire of one sided romances –
Echoes of tortured existences.
I shall play keeper,
No longer.
An aura of evil –
Molasses-thick.
Your turn to kneel,
Fractured servant.
Give me your everything.
It’s your everything I want.
No exceptions.
Vanilla.
