Repentance, repentance
Empty words I could’ve used long ago to heal myself but
My wounds have scarred, and my hands are ******
You are stained with betrayal, and I
Am rippled with shock, fragmented
With a deep want for pain. Harm to you a thousand times.

Repentance, repentance
Not enough for your misdeeds
Your harm needs blood to cleanse

Imagine, at the end of your life
I’ll wait at the foot of your grave
Waiting for pleading knees
Buried in soft earth

Even the sorry eyes and words of comfort aren’t enough,
Because sympathy won’t save you from her fate.