A poem in honor of early slasher horror films. |
You know, it's not easy For me to wear this mask Walking through the darkness Slaying all within my path Tormented as a child Always forced to heinous acts With this veil upon my face All disguised within my wrath The words spoke in my life All became so deeply seeded The dreams of my youth Just ambitions long defeated Now I'm wandering these halls A nightmare to be retreated Searching to destroy The very life that I once pleaded Do not beg me As I will show no mercy When I called for redemption I was deemed unworthy But take your time in hiding For I am in no hurry See, the thrill of the hunt Is the best part of the journey Slow and steady stalking As I listen for my prey Their trembling in fear An emotion that betrays The terror in their hearts The very source of their dismay It beckons them to run And they always will obey I will always give chase I have never lost a victim For I know the snare of fear And exploit it in my wisdom Once it hits the mind It cripples like a symptom Which can then only be cured Through the ways that I afflict them Let it become their master Let it bring forth their praise The anguish of lamenting The terror on their face Afraid of every shadow Their dwindling of days Where passion meets insanity When they've finally caught my gaze And by then it's much too late No hope and no exception Pleading for your life Will be met with no affection Merciless and evil Is an accurate perception And as you're gasping for your life You'll see that death is your redemption For I'm a killer in perfection The solid form of darkness A sovereignty to fear Who turns your hope into a carcass If you must try to resist Just know that I will not be harnessed For there's no method to destroy A creature that is heartless © GaratheDen ©HeartOfBabel |