Dark Poetry – Play Thing
I am your master
Your wicked servant
I am your demon
Your saint
I rise above you
And pull you under
An ocean tossed by
The storm
I am your nightmare
Your secret daydream
I am your true self
Your lie
I whisper softly
And show no mercy
I am your pleasure
Your pain
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