23.3.12

Demise

I'll come for you,
You won't see.
The red in my eyes.

Your demise.
So twisted up in your own lies.
You'll never see.

I've thrown your heart away from me.
Killing isn't my thing-
No never was.

But shards of diamond glass are starting to
Entrance me, with the idea of your lifeless body covered in them.

Red in my eyes.
Your demise,
Ignorant fool.

Good Bye, is that what you want?
Good, I'll gladly leave your selfish
Existence to rot.

Steal that light back,
Steal your life.
Beautiful demise, my dear.