This one is for you

[whatcausesthat]

What taste is this upon my lips?
A taste so sweet; What can it be?
What is this scent upon the air?
That fills my lungs and comforts me

And whispers low, 'How does is feel
To savor of such just revenge?
To smell the fragrance that you've lost?
To drunkenly inhale this pain?

Oh, can it be your countenance
Is stripped of all its dash and dare?
And what of your bold confidence?
Could it have drowned in your despair?

And after all this time
I've washed my hands of your charade
And celebrate your fall from grace
Preserve that sad look on your face

And praise what God might manifest
Himself to beings such as us
For vengeance, that at last is mine,
Comes sweetly after all this time

If you'll allow me to recall
How my requests were swept aside
And every instance I implored you
I was shut out and denied

You shattered what I once conceived
From the moment you arrived
And now you wonder why I gloat here
Reveling in your grand demise

You're arrogant beyond content
You beg to share my precious blood
I'd no sooner you in my veins
Than to see you with the ones you love

And after all this time
I've washed my hands of your charade
And celebrate your fall from grace
Preserve that sad look on your face

And praise what God might manifest
Himself to beings such as us
For vengeance, that at last is mine,
Comes sweetly after all this time