“While I lay in the asylum, you quietly watch through the keyhole.
I can see you, I can feel you, yet I can’t touch you.
Wanna come closer? I wanna take a bite off you.”
I close my eyes, hold myself tight, I can smell you crawling to my bone,
But you don’t scare me.
Your masquerade as my loved one.
Oh, “grim reaper”! – A fallacy, I fall for none…
Made me stronger, your need to pretend, it drives my hunger.
To vanquish you bit-by-bit… to punish you tat-for-tit…
You may scheme, to make me look rabid,
I laugh at your sterility.
Oh Mighty One. NOT.