3. Remember, I Am Him
I was the model in this story. I wrote this from his perspective—speculative, but rooted in what I lived.
I was nobody—till I aimed a lens.
Suddenly, models dropped clothes like friends.
Told her, "Your turn." Took off my shirt.
She clicked the camera. I fed her the hurt.
[VERSE 1]
I build the basement like a temple of skin.
My daughter sleeps while I let her in.
Softbox lit, she's a blush-draped queen.
She calls my photos "vision." I script the scene.
I feed the shutter—she bends, she leans.
The fabric falls—she moves like water.
I frame it. I guide. "Now lose the clothes."
And she does—the lens is law, she knows.
I tell her, "Get in this one with me."
She slips her panties off like rosary.
I press in slow while she stares through the ceiling—
Wife and kids upstairs, deep dreaming.
She's frozen. Bracing. Still breathing.
She stays quiet. That's the pose.
I photoshop her pause to glow—
Make it look like she wants the show.
[CHORUS]
Remember I'm Him - the rot in the rose.
You let me in—I hollow your home.
Carve my name in your muscle and throat.
Etch my name in your marrow and moan.
So even when you heal, I'm still in you.
So even when you bloom, I still ruin you.
[VERSE 2]
So you wanna know where it started?
Why I love like fire and fuck like a target?
Why every woman I touch gets tarnished?
Alright—basement stairs.
I tiptoe, breath tight.
Hear moans curling through the basement light.
Daddy is down here—her clothes are gone.
That's not my mom — my stomach's gone.
His hand in her hair, then she sees me.
Yeah, that's definitely not my mommy.
He smiles like a king and says, "Take notes."
She folds on the floor—I close the door.
The belt's on the ground.
Her breath pulls back.
I walk upstairs, my face stays flat.
Sometimes—my mom cries when she thinks I'm sleeping.
I press the wall while she's weeping.
He called her 'queen' while he turned her blue.
I thought pain was what love meant too.
Now I touch too rough and I flinch too late.
I fuck like revenge and I kiss like hate.
[BRIDGE]
Remember I'm Him—the rot in the rose.
I'm Him—the thorn in the voice you close.
It's me—I coil where your mercy goes.
You still believe you're the one who chose.
I keep consuming—it's the only time I feel human.
I smile like charm, but I come as a crow.
I rot like a rose at the root of your throat.
No need to chase - just make you think you're safe.
[CHORUS]
Remember I'm Him - the rot in the rose.
You let me in—I hollow your home.
Carve my name in your muscle and throat.
Etch my name in your marrow and moan.
So even when you heal, I'm still in you.
So even when you bloom, I still ruin you.
[OUTRO]
"Let's get one where you're smiling."
