Your Poetry Dot Com - My demon's deepest desire.

This will be the last game I will ever play with you,
The last words will be all but yours,
You think you have the victory over me,
But you can not be quite so sure.
Your footsteps only grow closer,
and your taunting only pierces my mind,
Forgiveness is something that could spare me,
But the last thing you are to me is kind.
The things I've done are simply in my past,
The memories are simply burned,
But now that you've got the upper hand,
The tables surely have turned.
You're hungry,
But only for my soul,
Don't worry, I can play this game too,
Aside from what you've been told.
Sure, you have the weapons,
But me, I've got the brain,
You surely have the sanity,
But tonight I'll make sure you go insane.
You want your revenge,
And me, I want the title,
I never did forget those words you whispered to me,
And tonight they're having a recital.
Sure I've done you harm,
That is nothing but true,
But you have taken my breath away,
And now I am taking the soul within you.
Revenge can be sweet,
But only for my name,
You wished nothing but the worst for me,
So, my friend, you'll get just the same.
I can just visualize you,
Hepless and remorseful for your ways,
But all those curses you've wished upon me,
Those were the ones that stayed.
I hope you can grin and bear it,
And if you can't it's more for me,
Don't ever underestamate the power that I have,
or frankly even me.
My friend, I am much too wicked,
To have mercy on your past,
The devil is your only friend now,
You two can have a blast.
So let the battle begin,
But I'm warning you for your own good,
Take you remorse and walk away,
You should have taken the offer when you could.
But time has past,
and here we stand,
Trouble on our minds,
and weapons in our hands.
All over three simple little words,
And nothing but a bitter tounge,
I guess this is our revenge,
For having these feelings at just so young.
Time has past,
and vengeance grew,
And now here I stand,
Grinning with my might, just about to kill you.
But kill is such a strong word,
I'm just giving you what you deserve,
I hope you find your way in hell,
with sorrow pulsing through your nerves.
Now all I can hear is your breath,
Hanging in the air,
Come out come out wherever you are,
What, are you perhaps scared?
I've already counted to ten,
and you've found your place to hide,
So let me come and find you,
And put the past aside.
The darkness is growing old,
And I can smell your scent of fear,
I thought you were tougher than me?
But I'm stronger than I appear.
My mind has grown apathetic,
But of course only for you my dear,
Can't we just get this over with,
And make my feelings for you clear?
I can hear you plotting your revenge,
And I can see your hands rattle,
I've already found you,
And we've just started this battle.
I'm ready for my karma,
To show you where it's been,
I'm hungry for my revenge,
On the count of three I'll begin.
I've found you, and you've found me,
I've only counted up to two, but now I can be on three.
So here you stand,
with your knife on my back,
But I'm standing right infront of you,
Anxiousally waiting for attack.
So be smart about your move,
And I'll consider mine,
For when dawn shines down,
One of us will die.
I'm not quite sure for you,
But I'm hoping it's not me,
For my vengeance is too strong for you,
And you've seen all you can see.
The moment of truth is finally here,
I've finally found your spot,
I've finally figured you out,
I've finally got you caught.
Are you ready my friend?
Please, say your final prayer,
You've finally gotten what you asked for,
For me just not to care.
But that look in your eye,
The gleam of fear and sorrow,
That's what feeds my soul,
What brightens up tomorrow.
You can say that I'm quite twisted,
But soon you won't be able to speak,
So say whatever you wish to me,
But your words will always be weak.
Dawn is quickly rising,
and your time is quickly shrinking,
Just let me ask you one simple question,
My dear friend what are you thinking?
So now you decide to be sorry,
and now you decide to be empathetic,
You can only fathom how sorry I am right now,
But not for you. You're just pathetic.
A laughing stalk to all,
And a lost cause for all but a few,
Your revenge was always to come,
But when? you never knew.
So let me inform you,
That now is simply the time,
The time for me to get my pleasure,
For this point in my life is surely prime.
I guess we should cut this short,
But oh how I love seeing you sweat,
Be sure to say hi to the devil for me,
Surely we have met.
The sun is soon to rise,
And you are soon to know,
The past is coming back for you,
It's time for you to go.
But before I can finish my thought,
the touch of the blade was met to my throat,
The irony of love, my friend,
The irony of such a sour note.
I guess I was the one,
who was played such a trick,
You are free to live now,
And I, well I am quite sick.
In hell I shall lay,
And dream of your night,
One day I will see you again,
And in hell, we shall continue this fight.

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