Jump Scare

Seems a bit Like a horror movie I keep waiting

Painted in Blood

This house is built on cruelty To its very foundation No amount of cleaning

Angel of death waits patiently She need not rush No appointment is ever missed

The devil on my shoulder Knows just the right words To cause me to doubt myself

Howling to the moon She stares back Coldly and does not respond

Practical people weary of no purpose.

Cut my heart out And feast upon it It's much kinder

Soon I will be gone From here and this small town will Be in the rearview

Living in a world of gas mask terror Never thought I'd see the day Where we would fear

Puppets dangle from their strings Slumped, in disarray Waiting for the masters directions