the monster is clawing at my door,
my flesh is what it longs for.
created from a day in my past,
pleasures of the world never last.
the lives i stole,
i paid for with my soul.
and now my creature has come home,
and his dark teeth he has shown.
the door creeks open i take a look,
its something out of a stephen king book.
glowing red eyes from the blood i spilled,
anger and pain its heart it filled.
the monster, my monster i created,
from lives devistated.
and his teeth he has shown
"You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for...and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you"