Come play with us…  the Devil in disguise

UPDATED - Special thanks to Daniel Christensen - The Fire Elemental, for editing my words on Café Critique.
“Let me in, inside your mind, my goals are simple...I am the worst they come, a cold-blooded monster, wanting your soul. There is no end, I will not stop till blood is on my hands.”
 
In darkness, he follows
As he hunts in the shadows
He'll prey on your weakness
Like a contagious sickness

While Stalking deep slumber
You'll get chills right after

One can't be enough
Why would he stop
Since what is art
Without a pool of blood

A touch of release
My un-named masterpiece
A child, co-worker, family a friend
neighbour, your wife, or husband
You will become
Become his next victim

A pawn...Evil at its finest
Blood on hands will be his witness
You will obey or you will rot
Bring on nightmares non-stop

He will torture, crucify you
In his own little world
You'll never understand as he
Will do what he's known

Only the devil will know
What he done at three years old
They say he's different, a social reject
He'll be your vegance[?], soon you'll regret
Bring on trauma, misfortune
Since the day he was born
He's your angel of death

He will get inside your head
Feeling alive and whole
As he's in love with control
Taking pleasure in your resistance
His intellect makes him dangerous
He can be the biggest charmer
A creation of a worst nightmare

Children gone by the night
Call him a villain in disguise
Or lonely, without heart
Do what you will, he'll rip you apart

Left hanging by chains
Your pieced up remains
Bit by bit you'll be found
Buried underground

Your fluids inside
Give him reason to be alive
Your blood, your warmth
Brings him back for more

You're his broken shattered mirror
His intense, pleasure in fear
He's that maniac next door
Bringing chaos, hate, make war

An ugly germ, incurable illness
There's no fight to his disease
First it stings like a bee
But its the hive that you see
Cant beat him, he's hidden in disguise
He has a masters in his lies

We call him beautiful humanity
Yet he's a masterpiece of cruelty
He's a perfection of what you desire
He'll play the part when your together
Playing doctor, he'll be your patient
You'll be happy if for a moment
Obey, just don't deceive me
As his anger rages quickly
Screaming loud and fierce
He'll be your anchor or your noose
Bring tears too only cold

The Voices...lead him, he has no soul
He is nothing without there control
As he listens and does what he's told
When they come out to play
They come with a name
Living out HIS life

There what you call The Devil Inside
 
Joanna Ryan-McDonald