i beg you my king
cease this torment you cast upon me
i do not mind of the pain i feel
from the blood flowing from my skin
from the loud screaming coming from a mother
from a broken heart
but please do not torment me
with my own disturbed mind
for king, i have no control
over that pain at all
and its driving me insane

slip my hands around your throat
slip my blade though your vein,
Little monster.
Throw the first punch
you're already dead
why not die twice?
Theres already blood on my hands.

Guilty pleasures of the deviant mind
scratches down the spine,
Bite marks along your side,
Love bites across your collar bones.
my little monster,
Make a sound
leave your moans down the hallway.

Latex gloves against the skin,
Making his incision
victims lie screaming
eyes wide open
he looks down
for he found his little monster,
Within.

we are born a blank canvas
and society paints our portrait
with its brushes of a thousand
rules and regulations
expectations and guidelines
that supposedly make up
who we are supposed
to be.