Monster

Pain, pain and crimson rain
Pouring from your vile veins.
Thoughts of death will sting your brain
And thunder crash like wrecking trains.
Your misery their prize, their gain.
You're the monster. You're the blame.
You smile now, the blood will stain
And morbid thoughts prove you insane.
Cold, alone, drown in your shame
You sickly creature without a name.
Leave a message, one to tame
The ones who bury your remains.

"I'm a monster, I'm the same.
I'm the reason you complain.
I am chaotic - it's what I've been claimed.
But you are why my heart feels so goddamn strained."

You pick up the weapon, you know where to aim
Ready to paint a canvas in flames.
The blood to flow, the flow sustain.
Pain, pain and crimson rain
Pouring from your vile veins.