Double Illusion Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I don't even see you.
An object not present.
A spice not yet added.
It makes you angry.
It makes you demanding.
But still I sit miles away like a distant star.
Not noticing your attempt with hands to place.
A lack of influence.
A lack of grace.
An unorthodox manner of taste.
Where is the tact?
A need to yet hold back.
A object of obsession not so fortunate to believe you.
Do you threaten?
Do you hate?
Do you want to kill.
A 'if I can't have him'?
The last words till the very end.
But what if he escapes?
The clutches, the cage, the marinade in which you tried to add flavor to him like a steak.
Changing what he thinks.
How much manipulation would that really take.
A momentary lapse in judgment I would stake.
Before long exposed, betrayed, and avoided.
Tired of attempts of being exploited.
Take the jewels, take the rules, set the trap and sit back.
Payback with a smile.
Of all the guile.
Who would of thought.
Vengeances stead.
A place to get in ones head.
A haunting from a man long dead.
Presuming the animal has already been fed.
Walking right through the gates.
Inmate details, inmate debates.
A man who doesn't hesitate.
Blackmail it is a mistake.
A crisis built so fake.
A wondering of the reality of the stakes, the odds.
If you understand turn your head and nod then walk away.
For it is your price to pay.
In this game you are the only one that plays.