You say...

You say you like the way I play with words...
But what if words will burn your mind and play with you?
In front of you I slowly slice my wrist...
In pitchfork red I'll paint the canvas of your soul...
Inside your eyes I now can see the twist...
Of every thought and every heartbeat that you stole...
The moon awakens from the myst...
And on my walls the howlers start to crawl...
They always call my name...
They say I should deprive you of your life...
For me it's all the same...
For we have always been at strife...
It's only me that you should blame...
Now where did I put that knife...
It's time to end this game...
Say your prayers,cry your fears and say goodbye...
No more demons to tame...
May the howlers scream your tragic lullaby...
I wonder,what if words will burn your mind and play with you
Will you still like the way I play with words?