I like to talk...a lot. But you`ll get used to it. Like you have a choice...
Who am I?
Nothing satisfies me more than to mess with your filthy, simple, narrow mind. I`m gonna feel out all your pressure points and squeeze on `em hard til you give in to submission. Hit a nerve there, slave? You`re privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. To me, you`re a just a disposable tool to use, then throw away. Before me, you rightly tremble. I`m in control of your pathetic life now. From here on, dignity is not in your vocabulary anymore. You`re just an empty shell, I`m watching you fall away into nothing as you`re desperately craving to touch me, to lick up all my spit from the ground, to serve me like you were designed to.You practically give your life to me and all I do is suck out your mind in return. I drain your essence. Your dignity. Your entire life belongs to me now.