Catacombs, Catalysts and Cataclysms
He wants to shove his power down my throat and watch me choke.
I’m no fish in or out of water, but I will float.
Fly like heroine, but without a cloak.
Thought I told him love like my love is not a joke.
He wants to take my power in, but on his knees.
I told him that I may or may not need him to fulfill my needs
Because I know what to do with my body like the birds and the bees.
The pleasure is all mine, if I please.
He wants to dam in my body and watch me flow.
I wonder what and where he’ll be when I grow.
Meanwhile, he aspires to wrap his hands about my hips and let me throw.
He knows he has an arrow, and that I’m the bow.
What would you sacrifice to be the object of my desire?
Yes, I will deceive you- I walk with water but spit fire.
Unwrap the gift box if you want to be taken higher.
The rewards are plentiful, though the disclaimer is dire.
No, I’m not yet done.
He invited me into a place that was deep and dank, dark and dusty.
The air was bitterly stale, and the whole of the place smelled quite musty.
Thought I’d be an easy kill because of the girth of his gun.
But he gravely underestimated the fire in my belly- a flame the breadth of the sun.
And when he entered, it unleashed the ferocity of my fire.
He failed to comprehend that the force of his love could not quell my omnipotent desire.
Silent storm. I don’t erupt all at once. Controlled detonations, and when it’s all over, you’ll wonder what destroyed you utterly.
My love is like visceral punches to the gut. I love to fight, and I will fight you stubbornly.
During the first reign of my heart, I pursued erratically, and with no discernible form.
I was silent with my approach.
I was Sen, the Quiet Storm.
I held fast onto my feelings, and my determination was steady.
But alas, I was too demure.
I was Sen, the Unready.
In the midst of the second reign of my heart, I became a savage aggressor.
I confess this sin.
Call me Sen, the Confessor.
To my soul, he's an instigator.
But my body left him intimidated.
He deemed me Sen, the Intimidator!
I'd never relinquish my heart to you, you knave, you squanderer.
But I'll rule your heart with my own power. I am Sen, the Conqueror.
The end of the love affair is an obvious indication of its fate.
But I will live on in all my greatness. I am Sen, the Great.
