Power Trip

With dagger in hand,
I scale your outside wall.
With deviance planned,
In your window I crawl.

A taste of vengeance,
A taste of murder.
There is no penance,
No one to have heard her.

Take the bat 'til you're black and blue,
Into your gut, I run you through.
Scream for me, wail in vain,
Struggle, writhe, you won't break these chains.
Take my vice, I crush your fingers,
Pay the price, your tears linger.
Nothing but your feet can reach the fire,
Naught but your suffering can sate my desire.

This thing has grown inside of me,
Waiting to taste your death.
Now you've set it free,
And I will feel your last breath.

This is the only cure to my disease,
This is all I can do to please.
There is nothing you can do to appease,
Except the end of your days on your knees.

You know who I am, you've seen me before,
And now I am your God as you bleed on the floor.
As you pass away I bring your blood to my lips,
While you fade, I feel your face on my fingertips.
My thirst won't be quelled, I can't be sedated,
And I can't stop this creature I've created.
So I will begin again upon the morrow,
And make another live out unspeakable sorrow.