a poem
no mercy
I will tear you limb-from-limb. Squeeze the life out of your veins and watch you bleed with satisfaction. I will hurtle you against the wall of my fury and rip the smirk from your wretched face. Your ribs will be broken your lungs will collapse your eyes will roll back into your head until their very attention is obscured by the sheer force of my retribution. You have not known pain until you have known mine.
I will scream into your ears the names of your regrets. I will force into your head a thousand nails of thoughts, splitting your consciousness into a mirror of broken slivers. Your life will be forfeit, nothing will be left untouched.
Your mangled body will be cast into its bloodied corner and your soul will be left to rot out its final agonizing seconds. For it is then that you will see. And only then will you no mercy.
I will tear you limb-from-limb. Squeeze the life out of your veins and watch you bleed with satisfaction. I will hurtle you against the wall of my fury and rip the smirk from your wretched face. Your ribs will be broken your lungs will collapse your eyes will roll back into your head until their very attention is obscured by the sheer force of my retribution. You have not known pain until you have known mine.
I will scream into your ears the names of your regrets. I will force into your head a thousand nails of thoughts, splitting your consciousness into a mirror of broken slivers. Your life will be forfeit, nothing will be left untouched.
Your mangled body will be cast into its bloodied corner and your soul will be left to rot out its final agonizing seconds. For it is then that you will see. And only then will you no mercy.