I wait for you in the shadows of the night,
Youn emerge from your house: your final dance with the light.
I smile at your bruised face from our goodbye fight,
I am the rejected, and I am watching you,

I'm silent but you see me and try to take flight,
But there's nowhere to run in your mortal plight.
My knife enters your kidney with a fatal bite.
I am death incarnate, and I'm eating into you.

As you lay there dying, you're such a pretty sight,
Your dying eyes stare up at me begging to hold you tight,
It's a shame That I alone did not fill your appetite.
I am the betrayed, and NOW we are through.

The End

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