you strike me as ready to roll.
secretive opportunist, you use us like stepping stones.
your beauty becomes tarnished to me,
and that is why you have recruited others.
the owl's watchful eyes have been on you for a long time now,
the smells of burning flesh and feathers haunting you.
you may have admirers, but cross me off your list.
I've seen through your transparent fašade for a long time now.
What's mine is not yours and never will be.
The time of my contortions for you has ended.
You strike me as truly dull,