Midnight Madness Part 2: " Two Hands and a Face"

Away he walked into the fog,
the evening chilled my bones.
For me I was emotionless,
case hardened just like stones.

Reality of what went down
had me in deaths grip.
I sought for no escape from it,
was now my ego trip.

I found my way to my hotel,
it had a certain smell.
The stench of unfermented lies,
likes those found deep in hell.

The waiting game now had begun
thoughts of how or when.
The time or method to be used
like pigs slaughtered in a pen.

My room was facing towards a clock
located on a tower.
I sat and watched as time crept by,
each and every hour.

Will he bind their hands and feet,
a blindfold round their head?
Blood money spent to soothe my pain
in hopes they end up dead.

Midnight had a meaning now
like never as before.
Anticipation overwhelmed,
the screams, the blood, the gore.

I should have asked of something
for my trophy case.
While smiling at the giant watch
Two hands and a face.