Strings tugged so the puppet smiles
Screaming from your quiet wiles
Rage encased in false perception
Condensed and sent in my direction
The difference here is one of wit
Where you see magic, I see shit
Where you feel union, I feel smothered
By ancient mythos long uncovered
Reading my feelings and feeling my thoughts
Might be the only belief you've got
To hold on to while the math resolves
Leaving one while the zero dissolves
A simple goal was always set
You thought my mind was your project
But arrogance in all its forms
Long manifested for me to scorn
Before you ever thought I cared
I measured carefully your despair
The outcome long ago was measured
As consequence for a moment's pleasure
A lesson internal that can't be taught
Until the damsel is hoist or caught
It's not her choice, nor her fault
That their abuse had left its mark
I don't envy the hawk for finding its feast
Nor pity the prey for trusting instincts
Fatal beauty has its cost,
So absurd that its description is lost
I don't know if you ever were there,
But it certainly was nice to smell your hair.
-BU