I’m pondering schizophrenia,
The voices in our heads.
Do we all hear many?
Or are some synchronised instead?
Is it just me thinking?
Or is there someone else within?
When we’re alone,
Is it them suggesting things?
In me my sweet Beauty,
You know you’ve a loving Daddy.
But you also know the other guy,
His name begins with a Zeeee.
You know one loves to snuggle,
The other’s a little more rough.
He loves a dirty fuck!
But Daddy, well, he makes love.
I wonder if you ponder?
Which me do you expect?
I wonder if it excites you?
Not knowing who you’ll get.
I will plant the notion, the gnawing thought,
A subliminal trap set, in which you’re caught.
You will be aching, struggling to hold tight,
Endeavouring to stay composed, trying as you might.
But then I want you to fail, to lose that control,
I want you to give into the suggestions that I’ve sold.
I want the fire stoked, to rage out of control.
I want you to fall into lust, to let your soul go.
Do you really know what runs through my mind?
The thoughts that pass through time after time.
What my perverted imagination creates.
The ideas that become your given fate.
Do you really want to know what’s up there?
Do you want me opened, uncovered, laid bare?
Do you want what my mind creates.
To be my muse, my toy, your fate.
I wonder what you’re thinking,
If your thoughts turn to me.
I wonder what’s on your mind,
What images you see.
I wonder if I’m there,
In amongst those wistful thoughts.
I wonder if I intrude a space,
This devil that really shouldn’t ought.
I wonder if I occupy,
If I’m there doing what you want.
I wonder if I’m turning you on,
Wetting your little cunt.
I wonder if your imagination,
Is driven enough to play.
I wonder if you’ll masturbate,
Perhaps cum for me today.
I wonder as I imagine you do,
If those things perhaps aren’t right.
But I’ll never wonder if that’s true,
Because I want you to, now, tonight.