May i take your perfect visage and slam against it, forcefully?
May i hold the alabaster of your soft cheek, only long enough to shatter it?
May i address you in curt ways, that humiliate you, reduce you to an insult?
May i seek pandemonium in your crevices, stabbing them thoughtlessly with my member?
May i cause you to shriek in fear, to mimic the pain i feel on a daily basis?
Will you do that for me? Will you suffer, truly suffer, not cosmetically suffer, but endure so much that it leaves a scar, a permanent welt that i can return to, when i need the solace that tells me i'm not alone with this torment?
May i look you straight in the eyes, and without remorse, collapse my entire spirit upon you, spilling my bloody insides all over your beautiful, untouched canvass?
May i maim you? Transform you? Turn you into something else that you do not recognize?
May i rob you of your persona, re-route your natural instincts and feed you my disease, my slanted way of life?
May i drag you along the rough, cragged surface of my abilities, my clumsiness and ignorance scraping across your flesh?
May i pounce on you, without any warning? May i shove my hunger onto you, taking what i need to feed, leaving you with just scraps?
May i reconstruct you? May i tear you apart and put you back as i prefer?
May i damage you? May i damage you? May i inflict?
Ask yourself if you trust me. Ask yourself if you can survive this.