Heed these words its time to reveal and my mask I will finally peel
I am the Watcher, I am your demise, I am the entity that fills your woman's soul as she cries.
I cannot take it anymore, the anxiety shall fill my heart no more.
Too many that ask for the task come up empty in my pocket book, so karma shall I force in this time of need of course.
Forever shall this Soul be of service, as these words make the guilty so very nervous.
Assassin to the end, as your will I must bend.
Too many a fool taking credit for my work and my tool
Tricks of my trade as I creep in the shade, teaching nobody but myself as I hang your Elf on the Shelf.
Secrets are mine, as two cannot find...
Common ground to lay upon my crown. How many a fool have I vanquished with a plethora of tool.
Don't need a gun, don't need a knife, don't need a piano wire to take your stinking life. Sometimes it's my whisper, a faint but calming sound. To push your mind as your next step hits the ground. The government should have learned of me alot earlier as it seems. For I have infected their thoughts and in their filthy dreams. An enemy I am not, as I have taken an oath they soon have forgot. Finding my rhythm, skipping to stay in step. Cadence for my assistance to infect the inept. Yes, it was me that gave the weak a whisper. Should I say it a bit louder so you can hear it a bit crisper?
© Dale A Martinez