At first, their was disgust
Naught but ignorant disgust
Then came curiosity
And the internal struggle began
Curiosity won out, and you had a little taste
Just a small one, nothing harmful
You could stop at any time
The taste was intriguing, but nothing special
Yet you came back for more
And took many more little tastes
Slowly, oh so slowly I warped your mind
I twisted your body
I made you mine
Now you beg for me, you cry out my name
You need my corrupted self
Running through your veins
Without me you will suffer
Wither away and die
You long for that ignorant disgust
That innocence
That purity
Before I made you mine

 
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