You've come to take what is left,
To torture what is familiar to you.
But that's alright,
The deliverance is expected.
The excitement of anticipation,
Is a responsibility to uphold.
I will never forget,
The look of death in your eyes.
Your hate is suffocating me,
Leaving you blind in my eyes.
Rip my soul from me,
You thrive the thirst of damned rivals.
The glistening blood on your fingertips,
Is beauty for the beholder.
