Retribution

The walls cannot shelter your sins
They sing of your evil deeds,
Macabre the face of Justice grins
And on your fear he feeds.
 
Your dreams lie before in tatters
By the blade you wield alone,
Silent hopes your psyche shatters,
Forever tarnished to the bone.
 
Metallic grinding are his notes,
Lullabies before you depart,
Mindless fever dead dreams bloat,
To join the black and sickened heart. 

Curse not the fates for your demise
But on your sins the guilt shall lie,
So give Sir Justice no disguise
He is waiting as you die.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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