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He taunts me sometimes, knowing that I can't do anything about it...
He taunts me and I'm tempted to scream, tempted to howl, to rage out and hurt him until he satisfies me...
He taunts me and I understand that until I exist for him, he will not be content.

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he taunts me with this
view of hell
or so he claims it is
he knows me better
perhaps too well
how dare he show me this
he takes my daydreams
wraps them round
with bits of fantasy
he knows he plays with flame
and still he dares
to talk of what can't be
he holds me with words
and a name
of one who can't exist
he knows my hungers
but not my needs
there, details that he missed

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he taunts me with this
with a faceless god
with a nameless religion
with a hint of heaven
buried in a hellish pit
gives me a key
to a treasure room
and robs me blind
before I can even open the door

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he taunts me with this
hints at such bliss
blows me a kiss
dances away from my eyes
he leaves me in shame
screaming my name
handing out blame
buried between waiting thighs
he aches and he hates
escaping his fates
so patient he waits
hunting the hope that I hold
he traces my skin
pushes deep in
he ends, I begin
together we'll never grow old --