SUPERCHEFNICK

Painted Skin: He smiles at you, as you enter the office; Wearing eyeliner made of contempt and disdain. His cheap cologne invades your nostrils immediately And you quickly suppress a cough. "Yes, yes, indeed we have to review this...er, many things are involved." His face is powdered with a layer of self-importance; Lips reddened by the polite harshness he spews. His forked tongue flickers as he prattles on And you're really getting quite tired. "Oh I'm sorry! Of course, of course I understand; but my way is much better!" You're getting really bored now, so you take a look around the room. The expectation is to see it bedecked wit

Dishonoured: He stands before the adoring crowd, Basking in their cheers and standing ovation. But he has already been dishonoured - By means of his perverse innovation. For none could know of the dark secret; About the art that he claims to be his own. It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors - A theft for which he must atone... But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman; So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage! Will quietly don the skin of another; An urge he must assuage... Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers: "No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."

An Oath to My Father: The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart. A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past. I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today. Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe! Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them - Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hun

Sensual Torture: You are but a simple pawn; Caught in a maelstrom of ill feelings and turmoil. You were not meant to be here - But unfortunately, here you are my friend... Now then, I do not wish to drag this out; There is no purpose in badgering someone who knows so little. However - without your confession - I'm afraid that I would not know whom I should share my - pleasures with... Though I'm certain that you will be sharing plenty... Of course, it will probably be a poor idea to make you scream, At least not while I'm still enjoying your fear. Instead we'll begin with a simple agony; A quick taste of your pain to whet my appe

The Way We Live: We all have our own little struggles; Pushing on forward as the tragedies double. A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense, I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense. But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit. I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'. I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face, And even then I'd never give up the right to race. I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow, Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know. I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark, But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark. And that's all it

You Have No Right To Live: Hey, what are you doing? That's mine, now give it back. You're stupid, you should just go die! Okay, I'm sorry... What, you failed again? Just how much money do you think we're spending on this, Do you think it just falls from the sky? I can't believe you; and don't give me that look! You better straighten up now you hear me And if you keep looking like a dead fish, I'm going to make you wish you were one. I'm sorry... Hey, being around you is driving me nuts, You never want to do anything, you don't even care, Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead! I'm sorry! You're Pat