Chameleon Bastard

Sam and Ellie always thought the best of me
He taught me how to brutalize, torture, and hate
She taught only compassion, forgiveness, and love
I prefer the former

Surround her with knives
And give her a smirk
These photographs are rather enticing
The violence
The maiming
The voyeur
Is growing

Don't fucking move
Not even a single murmur
This is the perfect moment i've imagined
It is the pinnacle of perfection

The thrill of the hunt
Is hidden behind a fallacy
I will charm and court
Then bludgeon and distort

I'm addicted to the pleasure of possession
Whether its your body, or your obsession
It always leads to the ultimate thrill
Taking your vitality while you let out a shrill
This loam of what was is sacred
Like crackers and wine on a Sunday affair



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Oien
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