Satan's grasp

Satan. 

Hide. 

But a quick glance had me fall. 

With ugly grace, you blessed me with a fantasy that only transgressed in my dreams.

 A puppet to a master you knew the moves before my grey matter could consciously figure out your vicious plan.

A pet to an owner, your leash is so tight around my existence, that the thought without you in my life is near suicide.

Could these letters get through your thick egotistical skull that love is inevitable between us, or are these just letters in blank space in which reaching your emotions are light years away?

I called  the heavens operator to find you, but the caller ID didn’t ring a bell through the index of useless memories we made. So I’ll wait outside, until the police take me away. But can you arrest someone for being in love? 

If so i’ll write to you in the jail cell of hell, as many letters as my hands can handle, till my hand turns to bone. Till my love is enough. Or my life’s clock hits 0.