I sit upon a death-laid throne,
The music starts to fade,
My eyes see all the horror,
All the havoc that I made.

I reach for tomorrow,
Yet it slips through my grasp,
The walls start to tremble,
My lungs start to collapse.

I feel a sharp pain,
In the pit of my heart,
I scream out in horror,
My words rip me apart.

Death is so close,
Its there to embrace,
So I reach out once more,
And I see your cruel face.

You are the one that ripped me apart!
You are the one that tore at my heart!
Well, it all stops here, on the edge of Death's Gate,
You can try to run, but its fucking too late!

I take my revenge as I plunge into life,
No one can stop my horrible strife!
I take up the sword, hoping to kill,
The inhumane body that tortured my will!

You let out a shriek and pray you wont die,
Looking pathetic on the floor where you lie!
And, Ha! I laugh as i see you so pale,
In the dark dungeons of your own jail!

And then i remember how you tattered my soul,
With the same sword that my hands now hold.
It comes rushing back to my bloodshot eyes,
All the times that I wished I could just die.

My hands start to tremble at the painful scrutiny,
For now you see what you made me see!
But should I take my revenge, should I snuff out your life?
Should I cleave out your will with this blood stained knife?

And lucky for you, I actually think,
About what this horrible murder would bring.
So I lower the sword, and walk away,
And now you look over your shoulder each day.
 
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