Sutefu-Kasaichi

On a throne of desire, he sits Waiting, watching, all with a grin Knowing his power, and the chaos he beckons From underneath his crown of dreams. He is our supreme ruler, our curse, A greedy voice in the back of our heads, Always begging us, "more, more" Dragging our emotions deeper than they should be He leads our hearts and minds, Urging us to obey his whims Putty in his nimble hands, We, his marionettes, him, our master. He entices us, never deterred, Forever irresistible, no matter how unwanted, And we succumb to him and his cruel depth, Following the beating of the drum That he so gladly pounds out.