That flesh which may stand between us is the only barrier I need,

To what extent should I consider you in my thoughts?

Why should I even look at your mere existence?

It's as if you had assumed I had "feelings" for you...

Realise you are only an object in the corner of my eye,

To fear my presence will only show how powerful I am,

Flinch at my will,

Cringe by my tone,

Hate my heart,

Feel no contact...

Tremble as I claim you mine... To my selfish lies.