Vendetta

Anxious for news
of death
long awaited.
Frantic breath
(Hopefully)ceased to blow,
deceased alone.
I shake
just to think
the end is near
-the end is here!

Precious blood
in my wall,
spilled as mud
from the impure.
Determined to stall
and fall
for sure.

Gracious pain,
no grain
of mercy admitted.
Passionately comitted
to twisting
your every nerve,
and breaking your every bone.
Scream,atone.
Die alone.

Lifeless existance,
this rotting living
with no resistance.
All i bring
is a bit of justice
to the table.
Scream,unstable,
if you're able.