Why are you Afraid of me?

In my pupils reflection, tell me what you see.

In my mirrors abstract image I can tell you,

That someone fears me.

Be it my talons that sparkle with the blood of your innocence?

Not of what flows in your veins,

how I crush your spirits and soul into mince.  

Ah, it must the organs within my skull.

How they cease to surrender immortal gaze,

Two love birds you and I, to entice and force your passionate glare into mine.

What’s that you say? Or should I say,

what you would say  if you’d not be so shy to part your mouth,

Let go your  frigid tongue and speak up.

You wont, you like this treatment, it feel good yes?

Your insecurity, how fun it is to un-dress.

But don’t let your nudity be reason to feel exposed and confess, for we are not done yet.

Could it be, how tall I am? I am wicked I know,

I could stand still in a forest and blend in, so;

Tell me. Why are you afraid of me?

Be it my vernacular? I lick glass and cut it into twine,

Refine it into quilting thread, until you melt into nothing but fear and dread and all I see is red?

Could it be, that I’m already dead?

That I place my palm over your beating terror, and we beat together?

Our vessels can be our screams.

One heart a blaze, the other a twisted maze.

And I’m not talking about corn here, I know, relax it’s hard to comprehend when your forced to fend.

May it be that I can read your thoughts?

Catching racing words in your mind, squeezing them lifeless until they rot?

What ever the matter be, it doesn't matter to me.
I have you, your mine.

I could eat you right now, lustfully gorge.

Anything I want to change you, I can forge, not in steel but in blood.

There is a secret to my method and I wont tell.

The main ingredient spiced, flavoring and boiling in my sadistic brew.

Is the secret, that I indeed, am rather

Afraid of you.