Blinded by Rage

A week or two, that's all we made it through

Bad signs were showing again I just knew

We gave up Cassandra so this would not be

Annabelle was acting so secretly

I had to find out what was behind her strange behaviour

Did she think I was blind?

Shed lock herself into our room

I'd knock and she would not come out

I sense immense impending doom

I had no doubt, our nightmare was about to begin

I was blinded by my rage and seeing red

If he did something to my wife I'll have his head

There must be something that the Arab had not said

I was blinded by my rage and seeing red

Then one day I left early in the rain

I'd spy on my family make sure they're OK

I went to the back, put boxes in a stack

Wiped rain from the window and tried to relax

My view improved, her clothes were removed

I saw baby Jacob and her back was so smooth

She had our son a feeding had begun

She sat so awkwardly something was wrong

I was blinded by my rage and seeing red

God only knows what little Jacob had been fed

So very strange the way she held her crooked head

I was blinded by my rage and seeing red

I leapt from the window and ran to the front door

Ramming my shoulder to find it was locked

Firing my pistol, it blasted to splinters

I forced my way into the bedroom and shock

Inside I found my bride became a monster

Tentacles flailing, they came from her chest

Split open wide from her neck to her navel

Feeding our son something not from her breast

Annabelle's eyes were as white as a blizzard

Her jaw was detached with a tongue like a snake

Hissing and rasping a voice like a lizard

All this insanity too much to take

I made my way with my blade to baby Jacob

Cutting the sinews that now held my son

I recognized just what the hell they were made of

The same blackened tissue from when this begun

Annabelle fell to the floor she was reeling

I grabbed my son knowing her mind's not her own

I wanted to kill her right there was my feeling

Then saw her change back to her human form

I tied her up loaded her into the carriage

Dropped off my son to Mrs. Watkins close home

Racing to Allistar to save my marriage

Never before have I felt so alone