sick of this, you sauntering in,
speaking through a swollen ego, masking your insecurities,
thinking you can reach me,
i'm waiting til you're neck deep,
drown in your ill-intentions,
fated to fall, believing you're fortunate enough to be forgiven,
flashing yellowed teeth,
not if you're honing in on me,
you've been circling around me,
like a hungry hawk,
since i've resisted your advances,
feigning interest to knock you over,
injecting madness in my method,
hooked like a baited fish,
following promising words down a blackened tunnel,
just to watch the way my mouth moves.