I want to be the fire that consumes you
I want to be the sea that drowns you
I want to be the boa wrapped around you
I want to be the lion that devours you
I want to be the cancer that kills you
I want to be your heart when it stops beating
I want to be the demon that carries you away screaming
I want to be the monster in your nightmare
I want to be the noise you hear outside your walls
I want to be the nails scrapping across the walls in the halls
I want to be the wound inside you that never heals
I want to be the reason you can't sleep at night
I want to be the reason you can't eat a bite
I want to be the reason you stay locked up inside
I want to be the reason you're afraid to come outside
I want to be the migraine pain on the side or your brain
I want to be the pillow on your death bed
I want to be the reason you rather be cremated
I want you to be the first name on my list to purge
I want to be the one who lay in wait to slay you
I hope and pray God makes you my prey
I want to be the last breath that you take