Burned; The Pleasure is Mine

Scream.
I want to hear your blood crawl.
Salty tears spill from your eyes;
Back yourself into a wall.

Embrace the cold concrete
Against your naked spine.
All the pain and aguish you caused me;
Finally the pleasure is mine.

Sit there alone in the corner
Like I did every time I cried.
Drown yourself in your fallen tears;
Just like those days I tried.

I’ll stand above your naked body,
With a match in my hand.
A smile will curve on my lips,
This show will be something grand.

Your hair is dripping wet;
And the smell of gasoline is strong.
You will suffer just as I did,
You will pay for your wrong.

All it takes is one little spark
And the show will begin.
I’ll watch with agonizing humor,
Watch me laugh at your sin.

Drag the little murder
Across a small little square.
I can see in your eyes your fear,
I’m glad it’s finally there.

With a small little flame
At the end of the stick,
I’ll hold it out in front of me,
My pleasure is growing sick.

It flies away from my fingers,
And glides gracefully to your feet.
With a shimmer of blazing light
This is the last we will ever meet.

Your screams sound like lullabies
More sweet than sweet can get.
I look down and giggle,
My show isn’t near over yet.

The blaze climbs your body
Eating you alive as it travels.
With blood in your voice
At my feet you gravel.

I’ll turn an eye at your voice
And watch the flames consume.
Out drowns your screams,
In comes your impending doom.

You are burned and singed,
Your eyes have turned red.
They fill with all the blood
You caused me to shed.

You reach out your hand to me
But I’m afraid now it’s too late.
You turned your back on me.
A design of your own fate.

Motionless becomes your body
My show seems to be at an end.
I watch the fire eat
A once had good friend.

Well, this time I won.
The table finally turned.
You play with fire,
You’re going to get burned.