I watched you desecrate the graves of all I loved that died.
I heard your voice before the light left my eyes,
Your lips that so swiftly spit falsehoods and horror,
Have been severed from many of those who abhor
The thought of your return like locusts' exploded wings.
You live only but to destroy the beautiful things.
I witnessed the struggle of those drowning in your spite,
And your mere essence constricts the air to tight
Velvet that infects the lungs of any too close,
An elephant on our chests, and all of those
Promises and sanctuaries rotted long ago,
But your brightest day looks on the bleakest tomorrow,
I have returned and promised your misery,
And to forfeit your programmed sincerity
This is your Hell from ceiling to floor,
And as you enter, notice my name above the door.