Here I Come

by manic moments   Apr 29, 2006


The screams
Tear apart the silent seams
I follow onwards
I follow onwards

The warmth trickles away
Everything gives the shadows sway
I hear something ahead
Hiding under the bed

Running away from me
All these things I can see
I keep following
I keep following

She falls down
Making a lot of sound
She screams in terror
Her movements I mirror

I creep onwards
Forever moving forwards
Slowly I approach
Slowly I approach

She crawls from the sound
That tells her she had been found
Trying to hide
These things are not in her mind

Scrambling for cover
A petrified lover
Here I come
Here I come

Ready or not
Here comes the final shot
Aiming for the heart
The pain is going to start

The warmth is upon her
My silent murder
I keep stabbing
I keep hurting

She is gone
Finally gone
The screaming stops
Finally stops

The warmth drips down
No need to frown
I am splayed in her blood
A deliciously red flood

The screams are gone
The sun has shone
The blood has dried
And she has died

I stop hurting
I stop stabbing
I listen
I listen

I don't feel anything
Should I feel something?
Don't need to tell me
I don't care what it's suppose to be

I want more pain
I want to be sane
I need her to die
I need her to die

She is splayed
Where her body last stayed
How beautiful she seemed
Her smile beamed

Now it is gone
The smile that had shone
I wiped it away
I wiped it away

Don't run
That's not fun
Don't hide
I will find you inside

I will bring you out
I find the secret about
You and me
You and me

You may want to get ready
You heart will no longer be steady
Left with no blood
It pools around your body in a flood

I hope to hear you shriek
I want to hear you freak
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and cry

I am left wanting
Your soul is haunting
The thrill is gone
But my instincts are still on

I feel eager
I am the mass murder leader
Die by me
Die by me

I sit you up
Patting you like a pup
I make you into an art sculpture
Destroyed by the knife and bullet puncture

I like the holes though
They let everyone know
That you are dead
That you are DEAD

Come and see
The woman I want to be
She has beauty divine
And solid sounding mind

Well, it use to be
Now just look and see
The art I have made
The art I create

Come to me
Come to me
Come and see
What is meant to be

How should we
Listen to thee?
If your lips are sewn
And your body parts strewn?

Don't need to cry now
Don't need to sigh now
Don't need to hide
I will always bide

Be part of my art
Lets do this from the start
You're going to die
You're going to die

I hope you enjoy
Watching your body destroy
I told you not to run
I told you it's not fun

But you didn't pay attention
Now you're in permanent detention
You're going to die
You're going to die

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments