As you slowly die at my feet,
You sing a song of defeat.
Knowing that what you've worked for,
Has been shot down the drain.
Why this is all done in vain,
Not revenge, or a game, just to see you in pain.
You should have thought before you did,
But it's too late now for you kid.
My life will never be the same,
After what you've done to me. Now no fame.
No life, no glory, just to see you bleeding.
You ask, I just keep feeding.
I feed off your pain. I have no remorse.
Because what I've done I'll go to hell.
But I care less for I shall not dwell.
A game of life cut short by a maniac?