Samson

come in, come in. you know it's far too wholesome out. your weak flesh will burn in that son's harsh glare. it's okay, he'll burn himself out. until then, we've got some time to play. you know you're my favorite distraction. a beautiful toy boy to steal into a quick sojourn of release. our fates are sealed, you've just got to play your role. the perfect opposite for this cruel pair of ours. come on. show me your love in abstraction, and just hand over those strings. alright, let's get hi, it's been awhile, and how are you doing?, on and out of our way. our lines were spelled out centuries ago. they just gave us too little to say, and too much space to fill. puppets only speak when spoken through, and all i want is your temptation. all i want is your pride. come here, lay your head in my lap. you'll bring it up powerless, shaved and naked. the only prayer for your escape covering my kitchen floor. it's a quite poignant souvenir rug of love's constant betrayal. come on now, you handed me your downfall. you handed me your blind faith. you should know, no matter how many times we play, meeting me is always your fatal mistake. 

Author's Note

Think Samson and Delilah here. :)