Bleached Bolts John Carcer

Eyes jitter to jitter
Sick as a dog
To see you on a screen
To watch your life flash before your eyes
It's a sicko sighting waiting to be reached
Hard to believe
But it's always in there mind
Baking cakes
Watching tapes
Luring the ones
You kept safe
From the danger
When you was the real enemy
To them
The little girls and boys who had no clue
What to do
They trusted you
You trusted them
Made a bond that could never end
Days on days
Would end up
Planning for weeks up on ending
Falling in love
Again
She's waiting for a ring
To be put on the hand
Waiting for you to make the choice
Of your life
VHS tapes
An old VCR player
A distorted mind
Of your sickening creation
What you did was sick
What you done you should be at fate
Coward thoughts
Crying in the bathroom stall
Waiting for it to be gone and gone
You wanna take it back but you already
Did it again