My Turn.....

The horror comes from within.
 The passion to create more sin.
All the anguish comes to arise.
 The damage I'll do will measure up to size.
For the all the pain you caused.
 Your bones I'll dislodge.
You don't deserve it fast but gruesome and slow.
 I want to hear you scream and cry no.
I want to see the tears in your eye's.
 Too see how you want to die.
I have the need to transfer my pain furiously onto you.
 To bind your mind so there is nothing you can do.
Like you've done to my heart.
 Shattered it and bruised it along with other parts of me.
How and what I never understood make me see.
 I guess I don't need to anymore.
It's time to even the score once more.
 Now is time to Peirce your mind.
Soul, heart, and consciousness.
 Now it's my turn =D
I'll be steady but sturn.