I can feel the earth splinter beneath my
feet
Cracking, yielding to my rage
The pressure of my presence alone,
stealing the very breath from his lungs
Clawing and grasping desperately to cling
to his worthless life
Unable to breathe from nothing more than
the sight of me
The mantle of vengeance, soul-crusher I
am called.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
I can feel the earth splinter beneath my
feet
Cracking, yielding to my rage
The pressure of my presence alone,
stealing the very breath from his lungs
Clawing and grasping desperately to cling
to his worthless life
Unable to breathe from nothing more than
the sight of me
The mantle of vengeance, soul-crusher I
am called.
