Every droplet of blood stings on my tounge,
but it tastes sweet. I relish the lick against my teeth
before I even take my sword from its sheath.
Is my blade cold as I thrust it forward? a thrust you're not familiar with
You puke as I twist the silver
Then the last groan, the last sliver
You took what was mine.
My whole world in two shallow graves.
You loved me, betrayed me, rumbled in and out like thunder.
But I will be the lightening that puts you six feet under.
While your soul drips from your mouth, I press mine to yours.
Goodbye, to the last thing I loved.