I've furnished you until you stuck
To every word I dismantle from my plan
A hurricane in its greatest form
Tarnishing your very soul, this sinister storm
There will be no eulogy
This is your final stand
You thought to vanish from the scene
You wreck-less worthless prom queen
You should know better than to betray
The master of decay
You ordained yourself to be slain
Furtive promises shouted in the dusk
Don't throw away the only one you trust
The fragment of your reflection in the water
Is all the reminiscence in all the wrong order
The accumulation of my words
Thrashing to pieces your pretty face
You're the one to deserve this curse
I'll be at your last supper
I'll even say grace
I'll tell of your detestable aspersion
I'll staple your eyes shut and search them
For validation for your cowardice
If the last thing I do, this is
The ornament I will leave behind
A final piece of art to bind
Your abominate existence to mine
On this account I shall permit you to pass
But bear in mind this was not a futile farce
Or I will reassure you again and again
That you virtually succumbed
Right here, right then
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