• Drip... drip... drip...
    you twitch
    as you watch
    the beast
    take a sip
    of that fresh
    new red
    your tendons begin
    to rip
    and for a split
    you wonder if he
    could forget
    that you were
    in the corner
    watching him
    tear a man to strips
    your life flashes like clips
    every scene
    takes you on
    a trip
    every little regret
    drags you deeper
    into the pit
    you shake
    your body shivers
    and quakes
    your minds so
    clouded your brain
    starts to ache
    you just come
    to realize youre
    a fake
    a diguise
    as you relate
    to this poor
    mans fate
    put your pride
    in a case
    close the gate
    hide your face
    but no stealth
    could secure you health
    our secure your wealth
    and instead you just
    look at yourself
    so indeed it seems
    it just so happens to be
    that you and the
    monster look the same to me...