Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.
Monster in sheep’s clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.
Weeping for the fallen star.
I grab my weapon of choice, a bar.
Think me cruel well you’ll soon see.
When I split your head like an oversized pea.
Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.
Paralysis is but a state.
Unlike death it can and should wait.
But the same cannot be said for me.
For I want blood cause it fills me with glee.
Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.
Next night begins the same!
Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.
Who will live and who will die?
I do not know but I’d like to cry,
Challenge me and you shall fall.
I’ll drag you endlessly, now crawl.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 