Won´t comment, hence.

I touched your nerve, feel your anger,
It grows from blue to red at the turn of a head.
Pulsating with the charm of your irony!
Deep hate you went their last night in your abhorrence of me.
Me dying slowly in your glorious of dreams.
Yet here I am again front of you the phantom of all crucial phantoms.
Here to wake you up to the torture of the hours.
Sink down into it like I had commanded it.
The inversion is complete and i´m now your master hence.
I´ve got you spinning in the wilderness of your curiosity lost beyond sanity´s quaint fence.