My apologies

My coat is the flesh of a deamon grand
The time of darkness is close at hand.
Make an incision on my soft virgin skin
To release the blood and evil within.
My eyes burn with a fire strong and bright
I now command all children of the night!
Complete my tasks with pleasure and glee
They all do my bidding willingly.
I want the same as all this spawn
For the earth to end just before dawn.
As all stories go, a Hero will arise
But the Hero will meet an untimely demise.
None can stand on my path to glory!
The end of the world all started with me.

Furniture, with love

My throne is made of broken glass
Tiny shards that rip my skin
Pointed edges that make me bleed.
My crown is that of razor blades
Bolted firmly to my skull
With very long screws, driven deep.
Mommy was kind enough
To make my bed.
Daddy was smart enough
To affix the crown to my head.
But they are too busy to see
That the wonderful things they did
To me and for my safety
Are really, REALLY hurting me.
I continue to sit alone on my throne of glass
I always cry alone wearing my razor blade crown
Not even the sunshine will visit me anymore.