Psycho Babble - Devilment

The wind is far from quiet

In the autumnal leaves

But I want the city whipped

For it quickens my needs

I cut my losses from the prophets of light

I disappear, ticking fear

For my realm is the night

Come darkness

Death will never sleep again

Sweet is the meat…

The glut of sluts on the street

Fresh abortions in an alley of flies

Come darkness

I’ll creep and I’ll reap again

Turning trick for treat

Yes I too can be discreet

Best throw caution, my reveal’s never nice

Walk faster now

The taste of defeat in the pace I keep

Snapping at your heels, I feel

Exhilarated waiting for the kill

Razor blades are running riot

On the nape of your neck

Is it rape, is it murder, is it pain you expect?

I trip the brittle little steps of your life

I’m coming down and around

Making stains with a knife

Come darkness

Death will never sleep again

Prise be the chase

The joy of toying with a face

Too long your naked form’s been the prize

Come darkness

I’ll creep and I’ll reap again

But best is the rest

Of the score, but can you guess

What wrongs I shall perform for your eyes?

Your vacant eyes

They make me want to pant and rant

And act on my despise

When did you know?

When did the madness start to show?

Through the cracks in my humanity

Black lights to all abode’s

Corroded lack of sanity

My senses heightened to the cusp of

Overload

Set to project, duly tightened to explode

With lithe precision my incisions are