Hello. Goodbye!

I have a way about me, with my prey, I pry.
I search for truth within, and why you deny a lie, making yourself cry.
I'll find what makes you tick, your helping hand to understand what's grand is written in the sand.
I'll see if your strength can hold, like bland fans seeking land on a band stand.
Pick out every weakness, do you quiver and shake, or own a mistake, and won't break.
Outline every strength, watching you wake to take claim to your steak, pushing through heartache.
I'll find what crawls, every sin that gets in beneath your skin, making you spin.
Listening for your voice, that tells Ken what's been is-to begin, with a grin.
You allowed me in, to catch a stare at a rare glare, I saw you bare. I took advantage of your eyes, how did I dare with you unaware so unfair, you were like fresh air.
I have a way about me, with my prey I pry.
I search for truth within, as I deny why I try, with a sigh.
To find what makes you tick, how your skin is so thick, if you get a kick out of a lick, this isn't a trick, I got addicted to you, guess I'm sick.
But you're like a tick, must remove quick.
It's nothing new, a tale as old as time, like religion and crime, a dozen to a dime.
Wishing it were different but I'm done, with the dirt and the grime, back to sublime, to my design by the end of this rhyme, the divine didn't align and that's fine, but it's a sign.