Wrinkles

What could be any more chilling
then wrinkles in the old man's scowl
They illustrate his bad temper
with daggers louder than his growl
Front and center in your purview
with his hands wrapped around your throat
What could be any more chilling
than leaving the world on THIS note

The wrinkles present with lovers
while impatiently climaxing
The same that shows when he's upset
which might be a little taxing
Imagine the lives he's cut short
while he's viciously ending yours
In a close quarter free for all
with no hide nor hair of remorse

The depth of anger on his face
and the tightening of his jaw
There's no escaping him either
someone's levels above the law
Picture a god with a temper
and the tendency to turn fowl
What could be any more chilling
then wrinkles in the old man's scowl