Wasn't too long ago
The wind crashed - the sea howled
I screamed - you laghed
You didn't feel - but I did
The fangs - the talons
Sinking into my bitter flesh
I hope you enjoyed the taste
You swallowed my thoughts
You spat my dreams upon the dust
Of ignorance
What was YOUR thought?
"When will your time come"?
No, but of course not
Too literary
Too complicated for you to understand
That you, too
Will slowly bleed to slow death
Your thoughts, your words, your ambitions
(such as they are)
Are nought
Centered on my blood - my flesh
Or what was left...
Now here I am, far above you
In a place you cannot reach
Despite how you seem to pathetically try
May yu try until your death
Of which I will savor
WIth distant, glorified glee