Poltergueist

The pain of these thoughts
I cannot stand them anymore
They won't go away
So now they're here to stay

They keep engolfing me in misery
And telling me to kill
I'm so excited for that very thrill

Should I listen to them?
Should I not?
Should I help them
With this very diabolical plot?

I can't help it
I just can't wait
I can't help
That they bit the bait

They're coming
Out of the wood work
Like the bloody
Horrors of Amittyville

The rage is building
As I start to sweat
But the agony in life
Is why my new friends and I met

They seem to take over
While I cry
They comfort and loathe her
Before she'll die

So as they approach
My breaking point
I'm left with the bleak memorie
Of the sound of her breaking joint

Such an appiphany
On her part
But this appiphany
Is only the start

As I rip apart
Bones and flesh
I get pissed
At such a mess

She'd squirmed and fought
More than i thought
She screamed and cried
Until I ripped out her eyes
And her tongue
But unforunately
I punctured a lung

She died too fast
It was greater
By the longer it'd last
Who's turn will come later?