All she ever wanted was to a part of a beautiful dream. But each night is filled with nightmares and she's the one who's making them scream.
Scream for their lives.
Scream for their death.
Scream for the sins that they think they have committed.
But this isn't purgatory; its her own sick pleasure.
As the liquid filled coughs fill the air she forgot why she was laughing in the first place.
(But it sounds so beautiful, I don't want it to stop.)
All he ever wanted to do is tear apart beautiful dreams. But each night is so peaceful and he's the one making them so serene.
They come to him to escape the reality that has become more like a living hell.
The revulsion in his eyes were decorated by an empathetic smile that escorted them into their ignorant bliss.
(He was so kind that I forgot to look in his eyes.)
Doesn't matter what I'll see because in the end she'll be making them scream and in his world it will ever be so serene.