Enders verse
Moments of Joy
Smothered screams in scenes of suffering
Another fiend I’ve left bleeding and blubbering
Deemed its conduct troubling so I set the snare
Lied to arrange a buy - how I always get them there
Mmmghghph! Mmph! Jesus, I need to get prepared
Kept tied to a chair it’s looking bug-eyed and scared
Compared to this thug, other drug dealers were brave
It’s squealing in pain as though it’s feeling my blade
Just really afraid since the game has still to be played
A painful bill to be paid until my urge to kill is obeyed
So with a thrill I say, while quite light-hearted
“Well then, my friend, let’s get started!”
Two hours later
Its annoying moan is destroying my zone
Just peeled its toe and I’m toying with the bone
Want to enjoy the moment but the groan - it’s upsetting
I know the flow that I want and it’s not the tone that I’m getting
But I won’t be letting this stupid scum ruin my fun
“If you continue to run your gums you’ll be losing your tongue.
Soon we’ll be done and this will come to an end
So let’s not lose anything else my glum little friend!”
It’s fun to pretend that they might get to go home
Yet I think it knows it’s near the end of the road
Ribs distended and bowed, its breathing has slowed
Heart heaving and exposed, erratic beating is showed
Feet missing six toes and nose in a new position
A slew of incisions looking in an abused condition
It could use a physician but it tries to die quiet
And comply with silence to my reply of violence
Closing eyes to my science of the plight of my prey
But I delight in display, creating sights of dismay
It must look intently at the scene I’m enticed to portray
So I gently pinch its eyelids and slice them away
It fails to obey my order - screams and shouts instead
It doubted my threat - I pull its tongue out of its head
Now the lout is practically dead, starts to wheeze
This is the part where I seize his heart and squeeze
Feeling the darting speed first recede then stop
The right of the fiend on top, a life seen as a prop
Mine to be dropped as I unlock creations meaning
And God’s dreaming, but for now, the space needs cleaning
Two months later
Put out a feeler for blow, awaiting the dealer to show
My eighth in a row, yet the field continues to grow
I see my new foe approaching my seat in the park
We greet at the start, a sheep meeting a shark
And next complete dark, feel my awareness break
And now again I’m awake, with an immense headache
I see the brothers of some of the men I outsmarted
With a twisted grin one says “Well then, let’s get started!”