Your Eyes are Ink

You cannot challenge me, I am the Supreme
I don’t think I know what you mean
When you feint this way and that
I’ll take you and I won’t give you back
I’ll love you with no expense
I am the Present Tense
And if you should dare march
I will hide under the Spanish Arch
Until I see you coming round
I creep, I do not make a sound
But always get what I want
I don’t love, I haunt
And if you want a poltergeist
I can do the job real nice
To rattle cages and your bones
And leave you feeling all alone
For daring to take from me
The thing I gave to you for free

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