Lower those eyes in my presence before you, <br />covert but never disguised, <br />forget second chance when this dark debt falls due, <br />I am the demon despised. <br /> <br />Now I rescind all those wishes that came true, <br />recalled on this death of night. <br />Crushing the hand where those gold bands remind you <br />that pain is my sole delight. <br /> <br />No last goodbyes to infest my dark senses, <br />steel fists will defeat soft mind. <br />Staring at walls in their battered defenses <br />are those you have left behind. <br /> <br />Rip through two hearts with just one taloned finger <br />tear holes through their wretched frames, <br />we may depart but our stench here will linger, <br />and torment will sign our names.<br /><br />Neil Graham Marsden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaper-5/
