In your sight love dies,
Your infidelity holds
No tenderness.
Destruction is your name.

Your mind is a cesspool of slimy lust,
Your heart a dark catacomb,
Dripping foul blood.

In your eyes
A shadows of fear for the day
When even vultures will turn away
And you will rot alone

The soil and no bluebells
Will chime in spring.
Dance with maggots! Bitch!