Run Rabbit
Stalking through the darkness,
To hunt my prey, oh so delightful,
I am hell’s bloodthirsty mistress,
Dangerous, crimson, and beautiful.
Don’t be afraid, and come closer,
So your neck can open at the behest of my blade,
Don’t be scared, it’s almost over,
So run rabbit, through the buildings decayed.
The walls are grey, soon will they change,
When I relieve you of your innards, a lovely red,
And play with your corpse, which I will more than willingly arrange,
I’ll ensure you still breathe, until I beat you dead, dead, dead.
The world has fallen silent, though not for long,
I search every corner, every nook, every cranny,
So I may feast on the entrails banquet, and sing my deadly song,
What need have I ever had for humanity?
I’ve finally caught you, cowering in a corner,
Weeping in fear, awaiting your fate,
I’ll be sure to blow you a kiss after the slaughter,
But for now, you should hope that my knife cuts straight.
Your blood is seeping beneath my feet,
The crimson liquid…my temptation to bathe,
Oh so strong, I’m sure it tastes sweet,
Now have you learnt whom you should place your faith?
Giggling sweetly, with a hint of mania,
As the warmth of your skin fades,
I am satisfied; my work here is done,
Here your corpse will remain to rot, as I search for my next sacrifice to Hades.
Stalking through the darkness,
To hunt my prey, oh so delightful,
I am hell’s bloodthirsty mistress,
Dangerous, crimson, and beautiful.
Don’t be afraid, and come closer,
So your neck can open at the behest of my blade,
Don’t be scared, it’s almost over,
So run rabbit, through the buildings decayed.
The walls are grey, soon will they change,
When I relieve you of your innards, a lovely red,
And play with your corpse, which I will more than willingly arrange,
I’ll ensure you still breathe, until I beat you dead, dead, dead.
The world has fallen silent, though not for long,
I search every corner, every nook, every cranny,
So I may feast on the entrails banquet, and sing my deadly song,
What need have I ever had for humanity?
I’ve finally caught you, cowering in a corner,
Weeping in fear, awaiting your fate,
I’ll be sure to blow you a kiss after the slaughter,
But for now, you should hope that my knife cuts straight.
Your blood is seeping beneath my feet,
The crimson liquid…my temptation to bathe,
Oh so strong, I’m sure it tastes sweet,
Now have you learnt whom you should place your faith?
Giggling sweetly, with a hint of mania,
As the warmth of your skin fades,
I am satisfied; my work here is done,
Here your corpse will remain to rot, as I search for my next sacrifice to Hades.