Supersede the true super fiend
Give thanks to the Bloober team
For the Hill so Silent
And lurking nurses violent
Dismissing mannequins
With no hands again
Invading space
And persuading James
To be a man again
Not delighting in fighting
Two pyramids with javelins
A pariah perusing pools
Of acid spewing ghouls
That were just added in
Forever happening
Forgetting Maria and Mary and
Little Laura, a haunted town explorer
A figment of ones mind
Or should we adore her?
How about poor ANGELA
She herself imagined to be a whore
And learned to abhor her own core
And fought to the floor
Threw a tv monitor
On the back o her Daddy Abstract
Was known to g•rape and strangle her
Would have maybe, poor lady
Eventually just mangled her
And she could never surpass that
Her vast past, she cried AGHAST at
Her life fell
And a knife was so tight held
Not able to mind meld
While into a mirror
Her mind fell
Into a light SPELL
Psychologically disfigured
Angela became THIS figure
That even a kiss triggered
Not how come, but now come figure
Another figure named Eddie
Pourous and plenty
Forever cold yet SWEATY
Self hatred engulfing his soul already
Disturbing word hurling
I stand steady
Already ready to contend with Eddie
Blast his brain into confetti
Now some said he
Was merely a tortured soul
With an internal enormous hole
Probably had a bad fortune goal
Even a distorted soul
Possibly PURE PTSD
He see EN-VY, YES plen•ty
And here I as JAMES
Stare into red squares THEN SAVES
Conveniently forgetting
How he misbehaved
Encasing his rage in a cage
Known as the OtherWorld
Where he could smother girls
Like bobble head nurses
That push the hearses of curses
Holding pipes & blades NOT purses
Check the large roach that disperses
Into the darkness of the dark mess
The stark dark mist
Forces me to dive deeper
Into my own broken psyche
Where I'll forever hide and die
Most likely
As most dead bodies I've come across
Seem to look just like me
Maybe my eye sight
Takes delight to spite me
Yet I rely on I, and cry contritely
But deep inside I despise ME
Because no matter the monstrous disguise
It's THIS monsters eyes
That can't seem to surprise me
Thought HER PRIZE'S me
But her crying and striving see
Got under my skin at a whim
So I took her pillow to suffocate
I shall no longer suffer hate
Oh no, I wonder - WAIT!
I already heard her story
Maybe I'm really inside of purgatory
And this struggle and suffering
Is just another bad supper plate?!