Coward
Hide your head in shame.
That’s what you do best.
You run from your guilt,
blend in with the rest.
You are separated by honesty,
for you have none.
I think of your sickness,
and I am not done.
I seek to disgrace you,
worse then you did me.
I will haunt your dreams boy;
I’ll be all you see.
You broke my heart,
you used my soul.
I’ll take out your heart;
your eyes will grow dull.
My eyes cried for you,
but all my tears are dry.
My hands are hardened to you,
surely you'll die.
For no coward deserves breath,
no coward deserves life.
And honey you're a bastard,
come, meet my knife.
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