Its
Twisted
Smile
Says you’ll
Never
Know the touch of joy again
Crawling
Ever
Closer
To you
Perversion waiting to begin
It gently wraps its arms around you
Then squeezes as you gasp for air.
Longing for days of peace floods through
As ill intent possesses its stare.
Fighting its advances as you cry
Promising, soon you’ll know true bliss
A binding contract, built on lies
Sealed with an unwanted kiss.
Lying with your head held in your hands
As this toxic shadow gropes your flesh
The visions of joy do turn to sand
It feasts upon your sorrow fresh.
A night of agonizing violation cease
A vision of horror as the black mist fades.
Your tears and whimpers give it release
And reflect your own distorted face.
ITS
TWISTED
SMILE
SAYS YOU’LL
NEVER
KNOW THE TOUCH OF JOY AGAIN
CRAWLING
EVER
CLOSER
TO YOU
PERVERSION IMPRINTED ON YOUR SKIN!