Savage When Alone

This, is what happens when I have a bad day, and the one person I care for is busy or gone

My blood begins to boil,

The pain of my forgotten work and toil,

The fools the fools who do not see,

Who make me wish to runaway to flee.

 

How is it that I try yet they do not care,

Staying alone in my cold shadowed lair,

Daring not to leave less I kill them all,

Waiting for them all to fall.

 

Then the cold heartless fools attack in full force,

Trying my blood and giving it a dangerous course,

How could they ever be human when they cause pain,

It's time I play my nasty little game.

 

Alone I am so nobody will see,

When I scare them all so much they flee,

The stupid fools who dared make life HELL,

I punishment shall come for I will not be the one who will have fell.

 

The beast within shall come out and kill,

Until my cold black heart has had it's fill,

These fools shall fall one by one before my cold hands,

Against the cold, ice covered lands.

 

Come one Come all,

Come to your death and fall,

I want to hear your death's moan,

For I am Savage When Alone!