Death of a Conscience

If I can do this to my own conscience, what could I do to you? ;)

I will rip you apart!
Tear you limb from bloody limb
and watch you squirm
like the worthless worm you are!
Slash open your heaving chest
and rend your heart from arteries
let the veins turn you into a fountain.

We wouldn’t want infection, now would we?

Fumigate the wounds
with boiled alcohol
Can you smell that burn?
Can you hear that hiss?

It’s the scent and sound of Death

That beautiful shadow-lover,
coming to take you away
I will not let her!
She is yet too good for you,
my miserable little maggot
You do not deserve her sweet embrace.

For Death is now sweet

But I in my bitterness will not release you
like a macabre song of torment
stuck at odd angles in your head
you cannot escape me

And as I stand above you,
you’ll look into my icy gaze
and see not your trembling reflection,
so full of hope,
but instead that deadly hate.
I
Will
Bring
You
Down.