Loyal to the soil
Twelve midnight, a streetlight on my face..
A deadly game of cat and mouse, my prey
I will erase.My body is the vessel, within
the evil waits.I smell your flesh from down
the block....I’d die for just a taste.
The reasons for this hatred are too numerous
to count, but the ends justify the means as I
feel the tension mount.Glorified violence,
desensitized my core, unified with a broken
sense of justice, now this bloodlust can’t be
ignored.
The time at hand has come for this, vengeance
delivered swift.The code of silence never keeps
the secrets behind your lips.I’ll take my time in
in death’s design, and soon your eyes will see....
the reapers scythe on this cold dark night, tearing
a hole through the fabric of eternity.
Outside your abode I now wait, patient, methodic,
and presice.Another way to hold your silence
simply would not suffice.So here I am to take
what’s mine, no loose end left untied.No time
left for you to justify another wasted life.
As I cross the threshold... I feel the urge to laugh.
I know deep down....when you’re in the ground
you will truly be my better half.No need to argue
with, the urge, the need to kill.By denying you
your exsistance... You make mine altogether real.
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