The Summons
Where is it?Little girl with the soft, blonde, curls
Where is my death?
Where is my carnage?
You promised me both
Promised me a playground of destruction
There would be blood, ripping and tearing of flesh
Screaming and yelling
(and my favourite), begging for mercy
I love it when they beg and plead
They have no idea that there is no going back with me
Once it starts, it doesn’t stop
If you ask me, I will come, but I will not go back
Not until it’s all done and I’ve had my fun
So, precious little girl
Are you just having fun with me?
Did you tempt me with these delightful promises, just to see if I’d come?
Well I’m here, as bad as my word
So now this is your part
Where you begin
Give me the torture, the pain and the death
Give me the bodies of those you despise
Give them to me NOW!
Or I will take yours.
Those soft curls won’t look so pretty
When your lips are blue and not red
Your skin will lose its glow, when it’s turned to marble white
I must have death.
Theirs or yours
I am not fussy
Shall I pour you a bath and fetch some razors?
Or are you getting dressed to head out and start what I really want?
I will remain here, the harsh whisper in your head
Until you have provided me with some blood, some death
An end.
posted by Reen Dog @ 8:27 p.m.
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