The Perfect Ocean

I squeeze the blood covered sponge,
into the water below me the ocean,

around me bodies lay,
I need more supply perhaps you'd stay?

I hold you down, you struggle through
I beat you around, I will do what I want to you

For I own you, you're just a tool
I aim for your fresh blood pool

I created the ocean you love,
I have lived here up above

Where no one can see my darkly work,
Blood in your ocean is more than a perk

In the beginning, there was no water,
so I thought an idea that could not falter

I used the people squeezing them dry,
for the humans whom I hated and lie

I did a favor with just a few hundred sacrifices,
but it's okay, I had no other choices

Back to work, you're my new supply,
I don't care how much you cry

I tie you down with your struggled tears,
I look in my closet, scissors?knife?shears?

No. My hunger for these tools is quite full.
For once I think I'll use my scalpel

For I enjoy your wicked pain,
so I taint the scalpel with acid poison

I start to cut, slowly and wise
I hear nothing else but your cries

You struggle and you shout as I cut through your pair
of lungs, oh it seems your out of air

blood submerges from your mouth,
I smile with pleasure, happy you walked in my house

I take your flesh and squeeze them tight,
fresh blood to hold me over for the night.