Pleasures - Abramelin

Stalking — your home seems so secure

Waiting — until the time is right

I see the light in your daughters room

I want to taste her fear and I want to rip her flesh

The time has come for me to enter your suburban dwelling

Excitement in my mind, explosions, my veins are swelling

Unwelcomed guest, you’re not expecting me An unlocked window, I enter silently

I make my way, slowly up the stairs,

creeping in where, your parents rest their heads.

Two steel spikes, will stake them to their bed,

writhing in pain, white sheets now dripping red

Your parents now disposed of, we can be alone,

I burst into your bedroom you can not be found.

I faintly hear you whimper from the corner of the room,

frozen stiff with fear, now the fun begins

I rip off your night-dress, expose your naked flesh

Throw you to the cold floor gnawing off your breasts

With fingers deep inside of you I rip your virgin skin

You tear apart so easily, bleeding from within

I now tear chunks of hair out and then bite off your nose

It’s not to spite your face my dear,

it’s how it fucking goes

You cry and scream in silence and then your bowels give way

Handfuls of your body waste I slam into your face

Gagging on excrement I give you one last kiss

My hand on your crotch, your labia I rip

Our play-time is now over, I must be on my way

Good night my darling angel, pray you do not wake