Devil's breed

Is the night again
And he's awaken
Disguised in a baby shell, chucky's instinct fale
My dawn comes with mockery, no one believes my tale :

Clung between dreams and reality
As he proclaimed himself the dead bodies' diety
Blood guru: surgeon of pain
He feels amused in the cries of victims disdain.

And there he layed
Glowing eyes, like glasses on the sun
Her arms he held, like marionettes
He is the puppeteer : yes he's having fun..

Even fortune ran away from him : on road of tragedy
Watching him feast on her bones, my hiding spot crack
Spare me a minute to write my elegy
There he was behind my back