I screamed Hoping someone would be awake To hear the sound of damage
If not me I wanted to alert the rest Of the predation I became the victim to
Because you were the kind of guy They don’t warn you about You’re the kind they praise
The one who gets into the house Uninvited but welcomed Because you know how to make them smile Slowly infesting the heads To get into cold beds Because you enjoy the ******* You enjoy the art of treachery The idea of being good at one thing Feeding on the muffled, “Please” But you don’t stop Not until you fill blood in the crease You’re ruthless, and you’re proud of it