The fantasy is about power, it is really about control

A powerless loveless outsider, wanting to be in control

To dominate and destroy beauty, put himself in the master's role

The power ends when death sighs, the victor digs a shallow hole

The fear of failure ever-present, he is so afraid to lose

That he never attempts the game, until he's lost the power to choose

A slave to sadistic thoughts, the handcuff and the noose

The loser's only love--control, now he plays the game to lose

He is craving orgasmic power that rape can never supply

It can't be taken, must be given, it evades him when they die

Addiction to power consumes him, he continues to try and try

Watching the energy dissipate, as he stares death in the eye