Your fear

Your weakened shallowed emptiness

All that is beckoning me

For years

I抳e seen your lack of everything

Pushing me far beyond you

To hold

In my hands all I抣l ever need

Turning the gears in my head

The sweating

 

I抣l have to deal with it now

The Strength

I抳e always known that I possess

Scratching and tearing at me

The pain

In knowing all you抳e ever done

Turns into dust at my feet 

Your end

The churning hallowed nothingness

Driving you into your grave

The sweating and bleeding

The growing and feeding

On all that is beckoning me