(No this isn't based off of Parade but imm link the song anyways bc it's great wakka wakka)

You want to run away when you feel his breath against your skin. His hand against your chest feels like a punch as he throws you against the wall. He there. He's here. And he'll never go away. He never stops inviting you to his office. Yet the chorus of your thoughts intertwines when you feel his lips against yours. You wonder if this is what it's like the be dead. Feeling his hands around you, entrapping you into his demon-like scent. His body, warm like the Devil, presses against yours. You can never be too close. And as he swoops your heart out of your body, your soul passes through your lips, you enjoy the feeling of death.