The Feeling No Longer

The feeling of your manipulation
Is keen enough to make me recoil
Into the depth of twisted oblique demeanor
Me, just a commodity to your disposal

Persuasion of an unmarked body
A vault to assail yourself upon
Just a semblance of your exploit
An addition to your violation

Tell me, heedless spirit,
Do you take pleasure in your vocation?
Is it just a way to seek approval,
Or just a sadistic way of satisfaction?

My repugnance for your derisory objective
Has gone to its final uttermost extreme
I cannot prehend you're vile behavior any longer
No matter how long or how short it seems.