The silence,
Ringing through the air,
Till a shadow engulfs you,
Murderer of the night,
I hear you scream.
The dripping of blood,
Stopping like the silence,
Once it hits the floor,
Blade of destruction,
Plunging deeper.
The addiction,
Of a selfish crime,
So innocent you plead,
Fooling those who believe,
But only I heard you scream.
Sipped from a cup,
Of your own malicious poison,
Don’t tell me,
You didn’t deserve,
To delve in your own wickedness.
Stabbed by your own rules,
Of evil corruption.
The fracture in the silent night,
Of a carol so wisely spread,
Unnoticed by some,
But you took the chance,
And leapt into my trap.

By amoral men I anger thee,
To do such crafts innocently,
But thou don’t know my vengeance seek,
By god thou deserved to scream.