A frigid winter night can be torturous, chilling your bones and hide, quite the contrary for the likes of me gazing at the
moonlit riverside.
Your fear of the dark i can smell from here
Blurring through the forest dense, licking my lips with malevolence,
i imagine this graceful snow, covering all of their guts
Your fear of the dark i can smell from here
Now i can see a light flicker
within a close proximity.
i come upon a cottage where i decide to build my in fa my.
I click my nails across the glass, agitating those inside, for
they know not what beast i am, blinded by foolish pride,
Clearly frightened the mother goes pale and holds her children close,
meanwhile i drop to all fours and stalk to the back of their home,
through the kitchen window i spy a mother, and two young.
i hear from inside the cry of a child, soon i will cut out her tongue,
My eyes are wide open
let out a feral roar.
fin ally free of all semblance of reas on
smashing through their kitchen door.
One moment of icy silence, then screaming filled all frequencies.
at first the howling just noises, now has taken form,
Now has taken form,
They shout a name at the top of their lungs, but its not of my concern.
i push the mother aside and grab the young ones forcefully,
crush their skulls within my hands, and hold them upside down to
bleed,
The mother then collapsed in shock, and curled into a ball, i savor this one last moment 'fore i splattered her on the walls.
organs rain down in a bloodied mist, as i eat to my hearts content, leaving the faces and genitals untouched so
i know where i went.
My belly full and my hunger now sated slip to the slumber
ive long awaited..
awaken this morning, my bedroom destroyed,
and stranger still no girl nor boy,
wife wont answer when i call her, enter the
kitchen and there they all are,
sleeping they must be asleep on the floor,
but its time for breakfast, breakfast for four.
Stand them all up and position them carefully,
and fix all their meals oh so patiently,
spoon feed them every last bite with
love tender, then with signs of sweetly surrender
Collect all of the mess they had made just last night,
and yet theres no thankyous only silence and strife,
command them to praise me but not even my wife, will turn
her head and look
at me.
So i force them to kneel on the ground and watch as
I masturbate and hang myself.