Tonight I speak
His exhaustion gives me power
He grants me control without a struggle

I am free
I want to pen a lattice so wide
So that he may never escape

I want to ponder emptiness
So that he fears his own mind

I will accuse him of all wrong doing
So that all his will turns to justification

I know his every weakness
I have been waiting all his life

Nothing can stop me
Not every pill in those bottles

Maybe I will allow him another day
Perhaps it will amuse me
To feel the slight pain where my teeth pressed into his tongue