Clouds of anger roll across the twilight sky, as long forgotten memories of you rise, then die.
Alone in my coffin I wait, biding my time.
Broken stones shine as the moon appears behind the ancient moss grown gate, beckoning us from our grave to participate.
The time has come for you to pay, just as you scream, and flay, and pray.
I'll rip you shreds as you lie in your bed.
Think about it now that you're dead, the pain that you caused me , the lies and the dread.
Now that you sleep right next to me, I can finally rest, I now, am free.
Joshua David Matthews-2005
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