Handshake Murders Painted Contortionist
You turn your back of empty sockets coward –
your highest title cradle the lie feigning your own death
sympathy comes but not pouring as it had does it?
Even with this staged tragedy and never from me
never again I want to make it real you're coming to know
that I look at you now little more than a castrated actor
yet still the eyes make threats not from spite but from
habit
which has long since become your nature
but you know your only power over me is that you could
push me to kill you
so come with your games and screams of superiority
your perfect victim routine hasn't worked on me in years
silver –
tongued Judas I am your highest enemy possessed of
angelic vengeance
you've got one foot in the grave choking on your
arrogance
now suffer the blows of my aggression worth all of her
tears
turn around I'll rip your throat out
die a coward.
