Wrath in its Written Form

Profanity firestorm

Thirsting to burst

I would curse you,

Condemn you

Lay waste to your warmest embraces

Erase

Your desires

Ambitions

Your joys

And your dreams

As your faithfulness

Falls to its knees

Before me

And your peace of mind

Mine

To wage war upon

Endlessly

Senselessly slaughtering

Every serenity

Bashing your brains in

And slurping the juices

Tearing your limbs

As your screams

Are my muses

And drink to your death

In insidious glee

Then dispose of what’s left

Of your faint memory

Yes a fate

So befitting

An error of life

A mistaken creation

Would I so delight

In exacting

Or to be exact

Executing

But here is where my

Murder weapon’s

Concluding