In My Verbal Blade I Trust

I Kill With Kindness And Linguistic Blade

I Parry And Thrust Till Point Is Made

With Rose Compass And Long Knives

I Target My Prey And Of Life Deprive

Or Shall It Be But A Sharpened Tongue

Or By Serpent's Fang Shall One Be Stung

Some Let Blindness Obscure Their Hearing

Because They Find Themselves Endearing

These Are The Ones I Play With My Prey

Just Until They Think They Can Get Away ,

'Tis Then I Deliver The Final Verbal Thrust ,

Piercing Heart's Armor , If I Must , I Must !