Never once spoken, until you took your time to feast the worms a smile so tragic, frantically obsessed, with the spiders wrapped around her chest and her ever swaying halo of flies the truth is I could never kill you with my own bare hands No, I'll just do as you do and lie in wait in the shadows until your cought, tied and broken, until your brought to me, sail broken and wind still another victim of your inescusible abrasive and poisonous intellect I've died a thousand times and still can't be afraid nor escape the sharpness of the blade that is your forked tongue naked martyr, the catalyst of burning tears tracing the fire down your lips as we turn to ash for which well never look back my secret, my death in female clothing and the essence of darkness as time runs out for you and I .