Death's Massacre

In cold blood, she stabs you to death
Perhaps you are dreaming,
Perhaps it is death.
Can you see that spirit? Walking so murderous?
I cannot, for I am the murderess.
A mistress of evil, a psycho at heart;

If you knew how misery loves you,
You'd need it to survive.
Watch her commit murder, without a sound.
Wear the pain like a locket around your neck,
It will weigh you down,
It will choke you to death.

She was only three years to dead;
You took away her dream,
Of becoming all she seemed, her vengeance clear
Her adorning dream, was dead to you.
I saw you die, the news was good.
Death's kiss was sealed, with lettering in red.

To kill all of you, I'll want a wish
Take back my pain, my grin masochistic.
My sadistic ways, will they haunt your ways?
To take a nightmare, and make it real
A wish is a wish, a kill is a kill
Another time, another place.

Will fate find its everlasting place?
Perhaps I will die, perhaps I will kill
Though not real, I still feel.
As you died, I laughed in happiness.
I see the end coming, as a prophet myself.
Has the end come, or is it just a dream?

My weakness stills, my fears are real;
You are back from the dead, to avenge your kill.
Repeatedly stabbing me, I die slowly.
Breathing in the fumes of death, I mock your hidden weakness
You believe I am dead, but deep down inside.
I still haunt your nightmares, bringing you to death.

My blood runs deep, as cold as ice.
I still believe, that you are death.
Perhaps you are dancing, perhaps you are crying
But deep down in side, you are dying.
I was your love, your antagonist in hate.
You stole me away, from my frightful life.

A dream away, a dream up close,
A dream too far away, to believe in reality.
My reflection shows in the mirror,
It's merely my spirit.
I see myself smiling like the devil,
I've killed my prey, hunted the weak.

I wasn't a dream, for I was you.
You killed me inside, but I killed you first.
A mere drug, an intoxication;
I am nothing more than your reflection.
Up high on a hill, you will hang,
From a branch, God grew from lies.

As death kills you, I laugh sadistically.
I am not scared, I grin deliciously.
The cyanide is working, you're dying quickly.
My spirit still walks, blood as tears.
My golden wings, grow darker by the minute.
I see my spirit, walking restlessly,
Perhaps it is darkness I seek.