Attack I would. Attack I did.

I don't remember the positive part really.
When I was a kid
everything was negatively perfect.
My wrists were the keys to my disappearance.
I carried the vibe
of the spiritual side.
Intelligently sad eyes
with a mysterious surprise.
Hiding behind the black light was I.
Waiting for your gullible soul to walk by.
Then attack I would, attack I did.
Your lonely body fragile and soft.
My fingers pushing into you.
My flesh sweating with you.
My heart pounding beneath you.
Challenging boy
wanting to know
how to play hard to get.
Running nowhere but here.
Into the arms of someone
he'll someday regret.