Down
on my bed I lie,
wrapped by a rug of sin.
Waiting
for the world to sink
in the darkness rugged by my skin.

By and by
as their light goes off,
I creep out of my tomb.
For
burying whom I killed today,
right when he was inside the womb

Hauling
the casket of corpse
I place it inside the burial vault.
Now
I feel strong like a brawny brute
who finally pulled off an assault.

Sprinkling
the drops of the holy water
for his salvation I pray.
Father
I am virtuous, I am satanic
I am all black or white, no grey.

I grin
with evil in my eyes
recalling the grief in his screams.
I weep
with a soul so heavy
for today, I slayed my dreams.

©thewordplayer