You're Dying Well
My blade plunges deep, ripping through your chest.
You fall into one heap, down to euternal rest.
I'll steal the fire, burning in your eyes.
You were such a liar, now speak your cries.
I now hear, the horror in your voice.
You'll know true fear, when I make the choice.
When I arrive, you will find true pain.
Into the shadows you dive, as we feel insane.
Are you tired of being weak, are you tired of this torment?
Yet you can no longer speak, get the hint?
Your hands grow cold, your eyes now dialated.
It is your heart I hold, you're now ill-fated.
Are you now so bold, for so long I've waited.
I will watch you break, I watch you cry.
Your love so fake, now you die.
I find this thrill, quite breath taking.
I'll move in for the kill, as you're awaking.
Your screams, inspire me so.
You're in my dreams, wishing me to go.
Ain't love grand, as you're chained to the wall?
Can your feeble legs stand, or will you again fall?
Again I laugh as your each day, continually dies.
But yet today, you stop your lies.
The frightening music, starts in this scene.
You make me sick, as you grow so mean.
So the next time, before you screw with me,
you'll pay for your crime, with my animosity.
I laugh for you're hopeless, in my hell.
You're life so useless, hope you're dying well.
Nothing has changed, you lie again and again.
Am I so deranged, as it's my turn to win?
I slowly torture you, in the sweetest of ways.
You'll soon be through, but for now you pay.
Copyright © Steven McMorrow | Year Posted 2010