Bitter Sweet Death
The guest took his seat,
in a chair of divine comfort
he sat.
The covered in his notable
black suit.
The guest abruptly laughed,
in a drunken man's trance.
The grandfather clock's
bells screamed the midnight
hour.
the guest eyes widen,
his eyes show fright.
He drinks his dark red drink.
The host sits like Satan in
his throne,
with an evil grin.
The guest sank in his chair
more.
His fear beats inside him,
like a beast trying to be
free.
Suddenly the malice burns
his insides,
the acts of murder, the rape,
the abuse.
Now his repayment is what
he feared most:
HIS OWN TORTURING CRYS
death is his his only freedom.
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