Buried Thoughts

All these buried thoughts
Stacked in my mind
They will come for you
As a coming storm

How I hoped so
Every time I look
To this broken face
Your misfortune gift

How beloved I was
How they treat me now
Only scars remain
That’s not what you wanted

Since you made your art
With three hungry dogs
My desire in life
It’s to see you die!

When we meet again
Our places will be changed
I can see you are scared

When I confine you
Oh my cherished friend
Don’t be bashful
We’ve been through much worse

You frustrated my strength
But don’t cripple my will
Now this atrophied arms
Only claim your scream!

Now you are in my realm
My special guest
All this time I planned
Time has finally come

All my sickest joy
All for you my friend
And when I’m done with you
Let the pigs play!