Him (Wails of Desperation)

I hear you

Gnashing your teeth

The desperate, desert cry of despair

And it makes me smile

I know you are close

So close to the one that brings it all to a close

You almost made it 3 years

Almost

You thought you would dance

You thought you would sing

You thought the pretty girls would smile

So often I told you you would be back

Come, lay your weary head

I’ll take you in my slithering snake arms

And I’ll crush your skull

And I’ll crush your will

You will be mine

At last.