The Occupier (of said corpse)

 


Through broken glass I ran
to your cold torso
or away from the strike
depending how well fed you were

watching you digest
those vacant eyes overcast
serpentine smile twisted onto your face

I feared your victim was loved by me
too much to enjoy the exhalation

our day is coming
the great reveal is dawning
truth will awaken and steal ignorance
like an invisible thief unstoppable

I wish for you the same as always
that you'll get what you deserve, nothing less or more