In the Care of a Serial Killer
I will stroke thee and feed thee
and thou shalt appreciate me.
Thou shalt understand
that thou may not invalidate me.
I will give thee home and hearth;
thou wilt have naught but respect for me,
but when I look in thine eyes
I see only enmity.
I deign to win thee with love
and thou wilt worship me,
but when I call thine name
why dost thou not come happily?
Thou now have raised my anger;
so sadly, I must punish thee.
Just a swat that will smart,
I do this all in love, dost thou see?
After, when I hold thee so tight,
thou wilt my love’s decree feel.
Why must thou squirm to escape?
With thee I would spend eternity.
For now I control thee with fear;
one day thou wilt understand me.
I know it hurts, what I do;
this, what thou hast forced to be.
I hear the cries of thine pain,
but I know this is good for thee;
when our little session is done
I will show thee such great mercy.
All thou dost is cower in fear,
Is this thine thanks for me?
Gratitude is what thou should show.
I guess this was not meant to be.
I am master of thine world;
of thine pain I must set thee free.
With no regret I now know;
It is another that’s destined for me.