Anguish Of Wrath
By Fiza Pathan
Now we are going to fight the whole night through.
I’m going to carve out your heart from your chest
and stare at its beauty like a vagabond dog.
Make me sigh pretty red blood lustful heart
that changed me to you.
Let the heart bleed to death
in my purple hands
as long as this night lasts.
In anger now, you will tear my hair
and try to make my cry.
But I will hack your evil deeds from your mind
with my rusty dagger of truth.
You will cry out in pain for what you have done to me.
You disowned me during the plague
but now the locusts have returned
to stake you through your ribs.
No one can love you as much as I do
dear old loving friend.
No one can cloud your mind with insane nightmares
like I do darling so beware.
My name is scratched into your back
while I carved your name upon my soul.
Remember me in the evil hour of the deadly night
you stoned our love to its gruesome death.
Now watch me wail
in the dark hour of our passions death.
The werewolf will arise from the Garden of Eden
to tear at your Adams apple in wrath-my wrath.
Keep away from me dearest old lover
as you would keep away from a spectre.
For my word is my rage
and your death is my shame
Fear me for no love is worse
than the fallen love of a jilted lover.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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