I have wasted far too long on you.
Beautiful and serene,
Innocent and healing,
Have taken over my body.
Advised to let your slim white fingers caress my lips and my throat
To allow you to mould me into the dumb ideal
I have taken you in hopefully
But you are a waste.
All I feel is nothing when you penetrate me.
When you infiltrate the barriers and make my blood rush with a foreign substance
Sending warning cries to my brain
Which are subdued and repressed by your sweet, terrible voice.
You manipulate me.
I yearn to feel the warning cries shrieking in my head again,
To know that I am working and I am not filled by an alien body.