I stand here, with sickening thoughts,
Awash with guilty pleasure,
The dried red blood still on my hands,
Left from my day of leisure,
I gaze into the dark crisp sky,
Unaware of all the stars,
Instead I see a retched reflection,
Laced with cumbersome scars,
I’m a beast, the devils bloodline kin,
The scum beneath the ground,
I’ve graced this earth for so long now,
In a world that’s so profound,
But yet I take my prey with ease,
Ravaging them to the bone,
I inject my seed inside their soul,
In their carcass, I feel at home.
I have no preference, to which I take,
I will attack what’s close to hand,
I am a stealth like creature, wrecking lives,
Though I’m well known across the land,
They fear me not the irrational Minds,
Until I am inside their blood,
But when I have finished, had my fun,
I will leave them in the mud.
I am not immortal, my time will come,
Of that, I have no doubt,
I’ll be destroyed, sent back to hell,
When they find what I’m about,
Until that day I’ll use my time,
To hate the human race,
I’ll stuff my fist down in their throats,
And spit right in their face.
So come and tie the noose of science,
And place it round my collar,
Kick the chair from beneath my feet,
By spending some government dollars,
Then at last I’ll leave this world,
No more life I’ll have to wreck,
Let loose the hold of the devils grip,
When I fall and break my neck.
