Give me an excuse to end your freedom for good,
to lock you up and teach you how it feels to have no food.
To have no warm floor or bedding,
becoming blind throughout the night,
all nerves jumping on edge preparing to fight or flight.
I am full of hidden surprises,
one being that I am still alive.
My freedom is all mine,
wrapped in strength that helped me survive.
How does it feel to be intimidated by me?
Knowing I could hold the key
to ensuring you never again roam free.
What a lonely funeral you will have-
no heavenly gathering for you.
This world will never mourn your loss,
for they will know the truth.
You turned into a monster at some point in your life,
and in death you will be haunted
form all of the demons of your victimising knife!
