before i become just another
static cling memory
for you to covet
secretly, 

allow me to circumscribe
how my aura murdered this -
just another
makeshift existence. 

because outsiders cannot decode
the pulsating source
of my siren-singing
electricity,

let me say...

i'm able to circumvent
the timelines
written like graffiti
and devised by fate.

i will dig into your desires
and discern
the detailed underscore
of what you hunger for.  

i will test your core.
because i already know
the raw answers
to the questions pursued.

give me truth and i'll cut the fear -
let it bleed -
sop up the remnants
of the emotions freed  

and use them to feed
my own
sordid entity.