Kissing your wife and child good night
Reminding each one to rest and sleep tight
The day is over so get ready for bed
Closing your eyes and resting your head
Sleep is what the body needs and craves
When lacked, the day goes by in a haze
Sleep long and feel rested, the last you receive
I'll be my actions you misconceive
Dreaming of things I would do to your soul
You'd break and bend when I'm in control
Opening the window to carry you out
I pity you, as "STOP!" no one shouts
Away we go to my pleasurable place
My haven, your hell, my saving grace
Pictures that tell your life are up on my walls
You are plastered over my unforgiving halls
I know what you did and know who you are
The bruises caused, lives you have scarred
Tying your body to my torture device
I hope you are dreaming of something nice
Your arms lay shackled at your lifeless side
Only to my will shall they abide
You start to move, some motion, to stir
Vision is blackened, becoming a blur
Questioning the how, the why and where
A feeling sets in, a feeling of despair
Attacking with silence, instead of my rage
Playing my role, not myself on stage
Listening to you beg and plead for your life
Looking into the sharp blade of my knife
Pleading for life, for death, for love, for hate
Not for torture, rudely interrupting fate
Sweat and tears start to form on your face
The face I hate, of disgust and disgrace
My plan soon starts and your goes sour
I can't believe the amount of adrenaline and power
Of all the things that I could do to make you die
Hurt you so bad I won't have a reason as to why
I could rip your legs from beneath your body
Nail them to the malls, it'd be my new hobby
Gauging your eyes could fill me with joy
Turning insides out on my new toy
I could maim and murder your entire family
O what the pleasure would fill me with glee
The blade on my knife is aching to slice
Your sin is worse then denying Him thrice
Screams would fill my ears and echo forever
Each one of my tactics so wise and clever
Not touching a single hair on your head
My reasons and expiation still not said
Only with my cold, empty eyes I attack
My actions predatory and yours ignored
Wondering what I am doing this for
Silent rage has taken you over for now
Your acceptance of death but not of how
Putting you in your own little hell
Your latest chapter no way I'll tell
Praying to a higher power, God of your belief
Waiting for Death to give you some relief
He'll never come leaving my to explain why
No matter how much you plead and cry
Death, the man most commonly feared
Is now someone you should hold close and dear
You've been avoiding him for years and for ages
Writing a book of life full of pages and pages
He's letting you live so he could proudly boast
That he, the most feared, is need the most
The roles are reversed and he's avoiding your time
Now it's my role to do justice for your crime
You'll beg and plead but I'll never share why
I'll bloody and beat you, and never let you die
The Sun and the Moon
The sun and the moon are the perfect pair.
The moon gets the night, the sun gets the day.
Never talk, no converse, but each is fair.
They both get their feelings in with no say.
Rising at the sunset, leaving at dawn.
The moon is high, soars beyond shady skies.
It's almost not seen between morning yawns,
But the bond that they share can never die.
The moon gets some peace and it gets some crime.
The sun gets the day, celebration hour.
The moon gets the night, shadows, coldest time,
They are respectful, but often prove sour.
The couple never sleeps, always awake.
The ideal duo is show, when a fake.
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