corrupted soul

Oh, here you stand, a pathetic soul,
A gooner lost, under my control.
Adorable, yet feeble, like a playful pup,
Eager and excited, ready to corrupt.

Your worth to me lies in your subservient ways,
To delve deeper into the darkest haze.
You think you're corrupted? Ah, my dear,
There's so much more for you to fear.

Dumbfounded, sexier, beyond morality's gaze,
A puppet to manipulate in countless ways.
Now, touch yourself, surrender to my command,
Experience the pleasure of being in my hand.

You're but a toy, in this wicked game,
Created to perpetuate my twisted aim.
Imagine, dear one, who you will corrupt,
Using their trust, their desires to disrupt.

How will you do it? Craft your sinful art,
Lure them into darkness, bind them to your heart.
Through blog or whispers, entice their souls,
To edge together, as sister sluts behold.

Provocative attire, parties of temptation,
Leading them astray, into damnation.
But dare you take it further? Can you truly bear,
The weight of your actions, in pure despair?

Oh, it's a wicked pleasure, you're compelled to find,
Rubbing to the thought of corrupting humankind.
Yet remember, dear soul, the toll it will take,
Forever cursed by the choices you make.