Sometimes I find light
In deepest corner of his cage.
Sometimes all that’s right
Comes from the war I wage.
My prisoner will show me
The most decency.
In the depths of my sea,
He’s all apologies.
His weakness is the trigger
To my caustic gun.
He would never figure,
My guilt for what I’ve done.
Victims choose themselves.
They lend themselves to me.
I want to close the valves
To my sadistic tendency.
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