watching through windows
that people call eyes,
sit and stare blankly
as the world starts it’s demise
it puts people of hate upon it’s crust.
it watches and waits as they hunger and lust.
they lust for my blood,
they lust for my soul,
they seek to take both,
and leave a big hole.
taking my love,
taking my life,
taking my very will to survive.
I listen to people
plot their revenge.
Hear them plan out a dastardly plan,
“we’ll tear off her limbs
one
by
one
start with her toes and then to her thumb”
they plot their murder,
make it just right.
“we’ll tear out her eyes, take away her sight”
they plan right before me,
a beautiful scene
set just right and perfect,
with the target as ME.
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look at it this way; they’re going to be the ones burning in hell. you’ll be the one singing with the angels with a smile on your face.
i guess, but i’m sure i’ll be joining them in hell.