The Hell That Succeeds Hope

Here we go. I just watched a 10-part documentary on called America's Serial Killers. In the last episode, they discussed Jeffery Dahmer. For those of you who were like me and didn't know much about what he did besides kill a slew of people, what he would do is take men to his apartment, torture them, mutilate them, most of the time skin them, dismember them, sometimes cook and eat them, and usually keep some of the remains as souvenirs. Now, me being a metal head, I thought this would be the perfect topic for a song. Everything aside from the second verse and first half of the bridge section is from the point of view of Dahmer. The exceptions are from the point of view of the victim. For those of you that may find this thought repulsive, do me a favor and critique it on its potential instead of the motivation and content. However, all comments will be welcomed.

Bow down and watch this
Destroy you.
Pride is something earned by
The cold few.
Dismember the thought
You will escape.
All that you hope for will
Dissipate.

Chorus:
Creep by, see
My face glow.
Tools in hand,
There’s nowhere to go.
Tugging on
Your sanity,
It fades away
Turns to calamity.

Taken from the street to
Ignore pain,
Walking up the stairs
Nothing’s the same.
Seeing all the relics
Of lives past,
The end that I fear,
It finds me at last.

Pre-Chorus:
This is my world
Made into your Hell.
With all doors locked,
No light will dwell.

Chorus

Bridge:
The first cut stings,
No blood is lost.
The second bleeds
A much larger cost.
Two hours gone,
My legs are numb.
The end of the night,
I’m forced to succumb.

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

A pinch of salt,
A pound of meat,
Take it down at
The devil’s seat.
A glass of wine,
Who’s for dessert?
The poor less dead
Get what they deserve.