I will walk away.

This isn’t a game
It’s your life on the turning table
I won’t be mean and trick you twice
But heed this as my warning.
You won’t get another
And they don’t come in plenty
I’m going to find you
Hunt you down.
Treat you like the animal you rightly are
And dissect your filthy heart.
But first…
First I’m going to put you on your knees
Make you plead
Take your dignity with utter glee.
Second…
Second I’m going to plunge this dagger in your unsuspecting back
sparkling dagger you put in me
With it’s past bloodied handle dried black.
Thirdly…
Thirdly I’ll kiss your lips with some bitter sweet poison
Watch the cold deadly oil flood your veins
And as you scream out in pain…

I will walk away.