By the Ton

To you a beast you think you comprehend
Not necessarily made all evil
In the reflective pool of your eyes
I see fear and intrigue co-mingle

You hesitate to deem me all bad
Yet when my face is shown, your eyes avert
New thoughts sprout from that fearfilled soil
Your nerves and intuition back on full alert

You think that you've seen the truth, you think you know
Yet disbelief grinds, the doubt it claws
In you sleepless delirium I devour your thoughts

If you only knew how your way of life sustains me

Like electricity coursing through my soul
Your will to retaliate, your vengeful thoughts announced
I bring you me - conflict and death
And the promise of spilling red by the ton

I just might be there in your final moment
I just might be the last thing your eyes take in