A Dance With The Devil.

I fall to my knees, begging for satisfaction.
Voices whisper to me, sanity has slipped from my hands.
They get louder and so my frustration increases.
Sounds of screaming run around in circles inside my head.
Tonight it's just you and me.
Are you ready to run?
I've been waiting patiently for this.
Are you ready to die?
Because lately it feels like I'm going insane.
You can run my dear, but you cannot hide from me.
You haven't got the slightest idea of just who I am.
You've stabbed me in the back oh so many times,
And now the tables have turned.
It is now my turn to stabbed you in the back.
How does that feel, dear?
Oh, how my thirst for blood, turns me on.
Can you believe that I'm having fun?
I watch the blood slowly drip down from the corners of your mouth.
Is this what you pictured when you said that "you're the one"?
Your blood stains my hands, so I won't forget you.
I wonder if you'll be able to hear me laughing,
As you're dancing with the Devil.