This cage of dirt and stone will not hold me long.
Weapons of rusty metal and shards bones dig just as deep.
This laughing corpse you bury today is not as dead as you believe.
When you eat I'll be there and do more then bite your hand.
Throw away your pride and do not loose your fear,
Because your victim today will be your hunter tomorrow.
Only the walking dead will let their guard down.
When you bath I'll be there and do more then spit in your eye.
My prison today will become your tomb.
The pain you visit upon me will be paid back tenfold.
These are not idle threads, but promises I plan to keep.
When you dream I'll be there so guard your throat where you lie.
You can break my flesh and destroy my mind,
but desire burns far deeper then you can touch.
The anger you wake in me will haunt you in time.
When you eat I'll be there and do more then bite your hand.
I will not find death at your hands, not in this cell.
You can't watch me all the time.
The toy you bound has a mind and I use it well.
When you bath I'll be there and do more then spit in your eye.
Once escape was all I desire. Freedom and safety was my goal.
Now you have released in me something with a darker hold.
This demon screams not in pain but for the blood of a monster.
When you dream I'll be there so guard your throat where you lie.
This one was based off of a wierd dream I had.
