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.