His blood spills out quick.
Deny his pain, drunk with rage,
Forget humanity.
You were his victim
You should have seen what he's seen.
His hands were delicate.
Now covered in blood,
Fists now feel hard as bricks
You got in his way...
He's beauty and grace.
You think you're rough and tough
but now you are down
A Wrathful glutton.
Over inflated with pride,
It felt like a game.
Faithless and rotten.
You really walked into your demise.
Your time had run out.
Death waited for you.
You thought you could touch hot fire,
Without getting burnt.
You prayed on the weak.
Watching pretty panties run,
The sweet, mild and meek,
Simple and so short
a charming man with a plan
But you had dog teeth.
Going with caution.
Secret perversion turned to greed
It was fun and games.
You kept your wits,
till now, you must've lost it.
Founding new bravery.
Perhaps insanity.
Never living in reality.
A shadow, a ghost.
Poor boys with cameras
Attached to strings you control.
The Girlies should run.
You felt like a king,
With skeletons far and wide
Yet It felt alright
No one could stop you
Living on a throne of bones
Friends with the enemy.
You wanted so much more,
Wanting to taste the danger
That's a perfect storm.
He was vicious,
He knew you were suspicious.
A man losing morals.
He took you down,
And he crushed your precious crown.
Bathed in blood, a hero.
He is a great man
A heroic accident
He was drowning.
Thoughts weighing him down
Or is it the lack of them
He himself doesn't know
Your eye in his hand
He lost himself in the fight.
You lost your life.
He lost his very mind,
A long time ago tortured
Nearly to the death.
His guts spilled over.
Sliced open by a demon
Who once was his blood.
She was quite angry.
Her body long rotted away,
Lost in a labyrinth.
Which she haunts and cries
To this day going nameless
Crying for daddy.
One she never knew,
Losing her life just at age three
Being trampled.
Too young to known love.
She won't be missed poor daughter.
Your father is gone.
A child so vicious
It is all done, and over
Yet her soul still haunts.
An she still wanders.
She's a soul so cold and ill
No one could save her.
Not even the holy.
She was condemned to suffer,
by her own mother.
An never felt love
Of her father a bastard
So unholy an lost.
She brought the devil out.
She called daddy's body home.
Today she was freed.
His mind is fragile.
Possession is close to poison
It's like mercury.
Maybe murder was
Meant to be, blood on his hands
to save innocence.
Misery and malice
Can make a man mad. An she
was glad to share it.
Everybody dies.
