And here I sit upon these stairs There, a sight that pricks my hairs My gaze is locked in silent shock It was there I saw it, at 5 o'clock
There is someone who looks just like me Gazing right back and with glee My eyes, my hair, and my smile It makes my throat fill with bile
I know that no one else can see That this demon looks just like me They all pass by without a glance While the evil starts to make an advance
It smiles and tries to talk to me And I don't know how to get free It has feigned innocence and Has extended to me, my own hand
I smile and start to play along Pretending like this thing belongs I take the hand and ask it's name And it responds just the same
Do you know that one helpful saying? That is the game I have been playing. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." And thus, I will be this demon's disposer
As we play I start to plan How I can end what has began I must get back my missing soul That this wicked, horrible demon stole
Fire, poison, maybe a knife I will somehow end its life I will seclude it and do it quick In a location that I pick
I decide it is best to make it burn But how it died was not my concern I just wanted it dead, and wanted it soon So I lead the demon under the moon
We go up to a spire To kill it in a fire Up in that tower I'll strip it of its power
I knock it down to the floor And block it from going to the door It screams at me when I get the gas Acting as though I've no need to harass
I throw the gas on, soak it good And the creature still acts misunderstood I glare at it one last time "And now you die, you worthless slime."
I throw the matches down, light them fast Laughing, I know I have surpassed The evil that burns above me And that is a guarantee.
purplerosesbeauty · Sat Nov 07, 2009 @ 08:56pm · 0 Comments |