Endless Possibilities You think you know me... You think we've met. I look familiar... to you. A long lost ally... a faithful pet; I look familiar... to you. A teenage girl... a pre-teen boy; I'm what you want... to see. You want a twirl... you want a toy. I'm what you want... to see. Father's dead, Mother's dead; They farmed us out to friends instead... of love. Sister's dead, Brother's dead; They couldn't take abuse instead... of love. Neighbours dead, friends are dead; They stood and watched it all instead... of love. Those not dead, they're in my head; And I return the gift instead... of love. I lure you in... but with respect; You're hypnotized... with lust. It feels like sin... you don't suspect; You're hypnotized... with lust. I drug your wine... and as a game; You're chained up to... my bed. Now you're mine... now say my name; You're chained up to... my bed. Father's dead, Mother's dead; They farmed us out to friends instead... of love. Sister's dead, Brother's dead; They couldn't take abuse instead... of love. Neighbours dead, friends are dead; They stood and watched it all instead... of love. Those not dead, they're in my head; And I return the gift instead... of love. The tortured soul... that you don't own, Will soon be yours... to have. It's dark and cold... your wish for home; Will soon be yours... to have. You hurt and flail... you scream in fright; You beg me not... to live. But not until... you taste the bite; Of medicine... you give. Father's dead, Mother's dead; They farmed us out to friends instead... of love. Sister's dead, Brother's dead; They couldn't take abuse instead... of love. Neighbours dead, friends are dead; They stood and watched it all instead... of love. Those not dead, they're in my head; And I return the gift instead... of love. © Sean G. O'Leary 2017 from an idea by Terry O'Leary in Jan. 2017
