The Real Villains

I always try to run away but he always has a tight hold on my wrist
He spins me around back to him in Latin fashion
At least that is what it seems
Rather the second most reappearing guy in my life uses this brute force

He seems to have a charm, but it's decrepit due to the fact it works only when hes hidden
He knows his fate, knows the consequences
He would look swell in the auroral orange jumpsuit
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The warm thick fluid feels better
A sensation i can barely control
A constant motion easily gets arid
Whats a harmful pastime?
Well in my eyes

A twisted envy that's selfish and mercenary
There yelling "you don't want this", "i never asked for this"
Often garbed in white being escorted along a white hallway
Well i'm asking for it, but alas i can't, for God wanted different
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Taking up on old habits
The curiosity creeps up on me once again
Hints from the Devil immerse my day
I liked the taste of the dark side

Not the Middle School joke
the blood splattered floor unshown due to the lack of light
The peering eyes on the beholders every move but of course the true villains aren't scared
No, they laugh, they like it

They always get the bad wrap, the protective parents hide, to scared to go back for their children
There the real villains, not the lanky black clothed Disney characters
So i'll take a bite, and another, and another till the thickness swells up my throat
It may be my death wish but if it's in the dark...
Who will see?