Sweet Dreams

I used to fall asleep to visions
Of your deserved demise
Twisted thoughts of torture
My blood soaked lullaby
A hand that holds a needle
To sew your mouth of lies
You can't struggle against me
But I'd love to watch you try
I get closer and hold your face
Just to look you in the eyes
Waiting for your recognition
Confusion quickly passing by
I hold you tight against me
You shudder beneath my knife
I draw the blade smoothly
Crimson pictures come to life
The pain too much to handle
Lips shredded by your cries
Opened from sternum to navel
I plunge my cold hands inside
Reaching deep within you
What a pathetic heart I find
Wrapping my hands around it
I rip it out with all my might
Just a useless damaged thing
So full of imaginary pride
Drenched in your gore I smile
I always love to see you die
I stand and kick your body
No more misery or strife
As I look down at my creation
The river of anger runs dry
I drift away dripping blood
Leaving your rotting corpse behind