I hear his screams,
His cries,
They're like lullabies,
To my ears,
All his fears just created by me,
And his sorrowful pleads,
To be set free,
From the ropes,
Which I bind him in,
And this blood,
that has blinded him,
Though I think it's time,
That I killed him,
Chop off his hand you know,
The one that should of shielded them,
So goodbye,
Dear friend,
Thanks for the hand,
I would tell you,
To go to hell,
But on second thought,
I never want to see you again.
