You are unworthy of this,
You are weak weak weak
You cannot have me, but I will make you believe it so
You will squirm, beg, writhe…and I shall toy and cajole
You are unclean, all of you, unworthy of this touch.
Unworthy of even gazing at me

Look at your hands
How dare you believe those filthy beasts can touch me
Those eyes, that attempt to pierce me
They are only token pools into which I reflect upon
This unsullied perfection, this beauty, this goddess inside
You wish to sully me don’t you, say it.
You want to be me, say it.
But you won’t, you can’t

You will wither,
Making you all the more

Unworthy