Seen her dead, eyes grey and empty,
her killer's head, my quarry and destiny.
Her blood flowed deep, ran down the black drains,
he heard no peep, as he began my pain.
The demons within, this frozen heart of mine,
rage for vengeance, decrepit say fools that are blind.
Pain I feel, when I think of her young and carefree,
hate over kill, every time I think of her family.
Pain they feel, their daughter, sister, aunt gunned down,
vengeance by steel, her family thinks of me as no hound.
Dreams every night see me wake with tears and cries,
sedated I am when I imagine that killer's final sighs.
By my hand alone, will his Fate be borne,
and he will atone, even if it means faces forlorn.
Revenge is all that sustains me now,
and now I really don't even ask how.
I'll bring him to his knees, by hell or high water,
in his eyes I'll make him plead, til my wrath is sorted.
