The Face Behind the Fur

The corpse hung limp around her neck.

Just another scarf
To match the coat
Another carcass in the cupboard
More money in their pocket

Too busy
Looking down the bridge of her nose
She cannot see the river of blood
That falls down her shoulders

Eyes glued upon her purse
The precious credit card
Money can't buy back
The lives of the slaughtered

The softest silk gloves
Hide the blood on her hands
But stretched tall,head high,she wears proud
The sneering smug smile on her face

Strutting through the city
She doesn't have a clue
A cry of pain, a razor set of steely jaws
Clamp shut around her leg

Share my pain.
Feel my fear.
Learn the lesson,
You forgot to learn.

Spill your blood
As they spilled mine
The scarlet lake
Grows ever wide

Peel off the mask
Let flesh be torn
From the cold bear bone
A coward is born

The perfect vengeance
Just cannot play out
And so we shall perish
Beneath mans foot
Under the weight
Of overwhelming greed

Ignore the pain
Ignore the screams
Ignore the cries of teary eyes
Forget the suffering
Forget the lies
Forget the lives you left behind

The blood forever lies on your hands
Bearing the corpse
Of a murdered soul
This proves a privilege to you

I pity this race.
Dilusional and twisted
When will they see
The mountain of decay
The pain,the death,the blood

They have dug their own grave.
But it is we who lie in it
They will bring upon their own downfall
And they will bring us all down with them.