Pedovore
Why do you eat me?
Consume the virgin flesh
The future ripped away
As my blood stains the floor
Dismembered articulately
The darkness metaphorically
Destroys the light
And a young life
The children of the street
No one cares, when they go missing
As is life wasn't hard enough
They become prey to the predator
They're weak and hollow screams
Engulfed sadistically
The same dream every night
The screams echo in my mind
I'm obsessed
With solving this case
The doctors entourage
I've studied to determine the cause
Who could it be? this beast of a man
Killing children and eating them?
Shandors bodyguard
A mountain of a man
covered in scars
Devoid of feelings
Mack Iron is his name
His reputation, he's insane
A former resident
Of the infamous Hobbs End...
I become his shadow
I follow him everywhere
I try to get in his head
An open sewer that's fucking sick
The situation's taking it toll
I'm losing myself
On the third night
My eyes are rimmed red
No sleep
He's getting ready to leave...
A black satchel in his hand
I start to get a bad feeling
I leave the black of the alley
Fifty feet back in start to trail him
Three blocks into the hunt
Mack disappears into a doorway
The building is unassuming
The Evil though is all consuming
My lock pick
Opens the door
The smell from inside
Is horrible
No lights
Just sparsely lit candles
The atmosphere
Is overwhelming
Deeper into the bowels of hell
I hear whimpering
Coming from up ahead
Gaunt eyes that peer through the bars
The children, dirty and starved
Footsteps coming back
Wake me from my predicament
Scanning the room
For some concealment
The closet behind me
Seems like the best place
Once inside and my senses adjust
The floor, covered in bones...
The horror that I'm feeling
Is replaced when I hear the screaming
It's something that you should never hear
Scarring my soul and feeding my fear
My mind fills in the blanks
I gotta get out of this place
"Khandar Estrada khandos thrus indactu nosfrandus khandar dematos khandar, Klaatu barada nikto"
Consume the virgin flesh
The future ripped away
As my blood stains the floor
Dismembered articulately
The darkness metaphorically
Destroys the light
And a young life
The children of the street
No one cares, when they go missing
As is life wasn't hard enough
They become prey to the predator
They're weak and hollow screams
Engulfed sadistically
The same dream every night
The screams echo in my mind
I'm obsessed
With solving this case
The doctors entourage
I've studied to determine the cause
Who could it be? this beast of a man
Killing children and eating them?
Shandors bodyguard
A mountain of a man
covered in scars
Devoid of feelings
Mack Iron is his name
His reputation, he's insane
A former resident
Of the infamous Hobbs End...
I become his shadow
I follow him everywhere
I try to get in his head
An open sewer that's fucking sick
The situation's taking it toll
I'm losing myself
On the third night
My eyes are rimmed red
No sleep
He's getting ready to leave...
A black satchel in his hand
I start to get a bad feeling
I leave the black of the alley
Fifty feet back in start to trail him
Three blocks into the hunt
Mack disappears into a doorway
The building is unassuming
The Evil though is all consuming
My lock pick
Opens the door
The smell from inside
Is horrible
No lights
Just sparsely lit candles
The atmosphere
Is overwhelming
Deeper into the bowels of hell
I hear whimpering
Coming from up ahead
Gaunt eyes that peer through the bars
The children, dirty and starved
Footsteps coming back
Wake me from my predicament
Scanning the room
For some concealment
The closet behind me
Seems like the best place
Once inside and my senses adjust
The floor, covered in bones...
The horror that I'm feeling
Is replaced when I hear the screaming
It's something that you should never hear
Scarring my soul and feeding my fear
My mind fills in the blanks
I gotta get out of this place
"Khandar Estrada khandos thrus indactu nosfrandus khandar dematos khandar, Klaatu barada nikto"
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Writer(s): Christopher Carrion
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