I wish I were a knife
So I could embed myself
Inside you and make you feel
Something
Anything

Twist your entrails
To see marred on your face
The betrayal and disembowelment
You so kindly manifested in me
That tragic spring night

For years, that cruel smile
Plagued me as a paralysis demon
Be prepared to see mine haunt you
In the afterlife

No peaceful rest for you
Let those entrails fall to the soil
Make yourself useful
Feed...