Your lurking in the corner of the room

Your ominous cacoon it shines with gloom

My switchblade will be ready for offense 

My gated cricle ready for defense......but if

You pass the cirlce battle will ensue 

I'll slash, the purple blood will start to spew...last time

Evil ichor touched my skin and was absorbed

I had a scar the color of a corpse

You floated back I wathced as you withdrew

Back into the corner of the room

Waiting for the time that I lament 

Waiting for moment I repent