It's your paradigmatic flexion
no one shall stop you
Nerves against the knife you dare.

Very well I may, but just this once
for I believe it's vile
Pucker the shattered pieces.

After all what's at stake
your existence was my mere bait
Cowardice defeats the brave.

You may not die my ilk
three, two, one, it begins
Body vs the soul.

You are bequeathed to wander
and I will stay unfathomable
Irony served on a lustful plate.

A knife, poison, a gun
but you are doomed to be awake
My privation will tardily **** you.