Tit For Tat

Its the dawning of the new day
and it seems heaven doesnt want you today.
So i'll bare you sufference of my bitter affairs
and the many things I'd like to do;
thus allow me to state the ways.

I could start by casing you in glass,
forever isolated from the rest
and everything you ever wanted,
set far beyond your reach.

A pitiful figure displayed
to take as my muse I will,
like a puppet dancing on a string.
However, if I were to sever life's line,
leaving my puppet dangling in the air.

Maybe I'll play the hangman
and string you from the gallows high.
Set beneath a relentless sun
as hunger thrives ever mindful,
a vast and neverending plague.

We'll leave you to the cowards conquest,
left behind as the battle rages forth.
Wide-eyed, terror-stricken,
a decapitated corpse left to marl,
and a body skewered by spike of steel-
half burried in the mud.

Present your invitation at the door
and take on your new aquaintences.
Where all worms do dwell,
gathered for their feats
and you're the main course.

I'll be the beast that bares a cruel hand,
to break you, to still your beating heart.
Like a star dying in the night,
the minutes run out
and time will deal with the rest.

Perhaps I'll leave you to the sea,
with it's howling hell
and gusting Atlantic gale.
Where it will then yield a grave,
your judgment made,
sent to Davey Jone's Locker.

When fitted into a sheeted gown,
take care with services of needles puncture
and they'll probe you leaveing
no oriface unexplored.
So pray for your sake my dear,
that you may recieve a quick adieu.

Sweet is death's watch,
so allow me the pleasure
of my endulgance.
However, if I should fall to the dark side,
then so be it,
for such is the vagery of fate.