“This Is Mind Control To Inner Soul”

You're pretty and you know it

using those glassy eyes to tame -

my heart's suckered 'n you know it,

post-sex love purely (surely?) to blame

my mind melts as I grow weak at the knees

your gaze flitting from sultry to predatory -

blood gushes, adrenalin flushes

sweat dripping upon my skin lust-crazy, expectedly

oh I'll burn these nervy butterflies

with this blistering searing fury,

argh, stop this Pretence girl

'cause it's just starting to bore me -

[Mind Control to Inner Soul;

"what's your status?"

Inner Soul to Mind Control;

"help! The guts are dead and the heart is fractured!!!"]

my body slowly dying, polluted sick

with the caustic affection you instil

"WARNING; cytoplasmic deterioration imminent -

extreme psycho-bitch overkill!"

for now I know I must give up the chase

the Neurones have received a final transmission (oh please no, it can't be);

"This is .. Inner Soul to Mind Control..

we're all so tired.. so tired .. so .. sleepy - - -"