beguiling and wily
intending to deceive
you’ll slit my throat and come for me
as quiet as a thief
but your ill intent declares itself,
as a storm upon the rocks
its waves have stirred my madness
unbidden from chains and locks
i suggest you seek out shelter
in some lone forgotten place
for if my madness finds you
you’ll need a brand new face
for it will sneak unbidden
like a thief upon the night
and you will die while screaming
open eyes glazed in fright