Fly for the door 

I 

can taste those 

glands of fear 

you extract yourself 

as 

I still draw 

near 

a target fixated 

on 

your face so 

closed casket is necessary 

safe haven is so far away 

soon the hounds will search 

and smell you rotten and decayed 

decomposing in this 

earth..I...still...share...no...remorse...for...helping...you...to....become....a....corpse... 

I wanted this for so long Im ecstatic 

deception I'll bleed you dry 

all eight pints pumping from your throat you grow faint as I speak now I am known 

I could push you a thousand times from the highest tower you should have seen this coming you fucking coward 

live another second to see disgust in my eyes 

this is what you get for taking innocence from their lives 

you wont be forgotten your mutilation was not an option so dead now Im relieved 

fly for the door 

I 

can taste those 

glands of fear 

you extract yourself 

as 

I still draw 

near 

a target fixated 

on your face