Pessimistic chains
There was no room for him at all
He was being suffocated
Trapped and Tampered with
In the midst of it all, they were happy
They laughed at his screams
They smiled at his bruises
It was a joke
A sick one at that
He wanted to believe it didn't mean a thing
That everything would be ok
But the scratches, the cruel words became much more
The pain increased
Shock ran through his body as they laughed once more
His now RED eyes gleamed evilly
As he hopped off the table and smiled his own sick smile
He couldn't suffocate now
He didn't have to breathe
He would never ever die
That my dear is a golden promise that he was sure to keep
It didn't mean a thing
As he slaughtered men and women
Heard their screams similar to his own
How long would it take for him to give up?
He would never
Would he ever give it up?
He would never
He bowed low and did his duties
Before escaping and roaming towns looking for a bite
{No pun intended}
As people laughed around him
And people smiled hugely
It reminded him of them
And oh how he hated them
He would always hate them
And that my dear is another golden promise
When he saw the fire he would always be reminded
It would always remind him
He could've help her as she burned
But he could barely help himself
That was why he hated them
Because they were predators and accusers
Lying to protect their selves
They were just fourteen
Just fourteen
Now in pale skin and red eyes
Broken sins and empty prayers
He still slaughters innocent people
the same type of people
Because almost every human was like them
A happy person, a cheesing person, a giddy person
They were all like them
Happy as other people suffered
It's not like they knew
They should have
It is terribly obvious
But as they joked and bounced and played
They were like them
And he hated them
He would always hate them
And that my dear is a golden promise