A Series Of Lies (2)

The bass line runs

And I do too

The drumbeat

Fuels my steps

The voice

Fluid

And I take flight

The wind cools me from the burning moon

And I swoop down on the people

I am the wicked with

The angel of death

The modern day satan

I take your joy

For if I cannot be happy, why should you

I screee

chhhh

And you try to hide

I find you

I snap

You out of your fear

By snapping you

I find the houses

And I watch them burn

My raging

tears 

through you

And I engulf you in flame

The icy coldness of the fakeness of my heart chills me

But I remember

By making you sad I am not any happier.

And my making you dead.
My stone heart is not any more alive.