resistance is futile
perhaps even then
to believe that I can
survive unscathed
after having heard her siren song
conquered by my own
need
though her voice
still eases into me
a sharp and crafted
blade
thrust into the core of my brain
and the depths of my heart
a double fatal blow
from which I may
never recover
her words, her stare,
blinding me
captivating my mind
and body and soul
I might have survived
one of these
but not all
and so in the depths of night
I see her eyes even
with my eyes closed
and hear her voice so
painfully soothing
I get lost in the sound
set adrift on a sea of my own desire
unable to navigate
back
to what once was
she owns me wholly
whether she wants
this or not
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