By the Ton

To you a beast you think you comprehend

Not necessarily made all evil

In the reflective pool of your eye

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 your 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