Ah fearful vengeance hasting toward this mortal soul
thrusting heinous worries forward as if silent deadly swords
except me from, I ask of thee, that long awaited fate
deny me not my last request before it is too late.
Those nobles’ visage on display in purple splendor be
naught but remnants of the life once evidenced in me
alas though as a fearful terror of night brought into day
they in becoming what I’ve not now mock me in disdain
So cast me out upon the seas of dark and deadly waves
leave my soul to wander lest I plague those who’ll remain
Scorn my presence from afar, denounce me while I roam
Forms and figures once called friends set watch over your homes
This last identity I find remorsefully inside
for twas the one which I had fought until it snared my life
I’d ask for your forgiveness as the storms come rolling in
but diseases from such noxious traits deserve the end their given
So as this guilty sinner spreads his thoughts upon the seas
I know that there is nothing more that men can do for me.
Fearful vengeance swift and true make haste to find your mark
allow me to abide no more with black and calloused heart.
Vindicate the world which has so long held scorn for me
and curse me with the plagues which fester in visceral fury
Curse the heart which curses God and punish what remains
for life’s existence bodes eternal evidence of shame.
And as these words escape my soul in ranks upon the page
I now attempt to stay their flow lest secrets held escape
diligent reader ascertain the fiction and the prose
And through the light of truth discern what iron pen composed
End this abhorred nightmare bliss of eloquence disclosed.