Untitled writing contest entry

As I'm waiting for my usual cake, one that hides a tool or two, I'm forced to sit in this prison that winded up to be my room.
Once again I sit here and stare out the window with bars, those that try to take away my stars.
With those tools that would soon be mine, I would wipe away my doom like I throw a dime...
So easily, so swiftly. Like a butterfly's flight... So eagerly, so discreetly. I will be the one to show you the dragonfly's might...
I will show you fear, as I frighten you with each and every little step I take. I will smear that little pride off your face with each and ever little stab I make...
Sometime tonight I'll be dancing in the moonlight. I hope it wont be too bright! Surely, we need no sunglasses outside, nor here inside..
Sometime tonight I'll be dancing in the moonlight, right after I give you some fright! Surely, you would need some therapy from that. If I'd let you run away from that...
But alas! I'm still waiting for my crew. I wonder what kind of plans they brew?
I know they'll bring me some guns and maybe a big truck.. because, why not?
And after I turn this pitiful prison into a big, bad pun I'll make them bend over and kiss the mud.. Because why the hell not?
So gorgeous, so nice and so dark will be the night. So desperate, so disgusting, so doomed will be their fight.
..............But alas! The sun is still out. So it's far too early to be loud...