her last breath breeds this vow...
you'll wish you were whispering to the worms of the earth, when my wrist reaches for what little life i've left lingering in your lungs.
with the wind to the west and the rain reciting rapture,
i can feel her presence,
fiendish for your farewell fracture.
don't think i wont avenge my angel's assassination.
trace the escape down blood-bathed banks,
to demonstrate my hacksaw thesis
and grind this spineless swine to pieces.
you seethe no macabre...but not for long.
the scent of pollen illuminates the dusky night,
as my heart assumes residence in both chest and tongue.
left to the discretion of miscreant men, what genuine justice would be done?
wealth and prestige; mind and body,
and not once you had her.
like a thief, a fucking coward,
you stole innocence...pure innocence.
three steps through your door...isn't it through death that we are reborn?
how i've longed to see that look of terror in your eyes.
to hell with morale, but a far worse place for you.
now, you'll be the one to scream,
with a horrified sense of urgency.
scream for me.