Not your mother’s soothing voice,
Not her gentle lullabye
No comfort as you wish for death –
That I would let you die.

She never taught you right from wrong –
That conceited selfish whore
The respect you never learned
and will not matter anymore.

Not your wife’s angelic touch,
Instead a blade against your skin.
It never mattered how you conquered,
Just that you would always win.

Not the courage of a man
In knowing death is near –
No song of comfort in this night
Shall reach your waiting ear.

I never really questioned
Responding to my dagger’s call.
Death’s angel beckoned in my heart
Demanding your torment and fall.

Sometime we may have been kindred
Sometime we may have been the same
Now you will lose more than you thought
On what you thought was a game.

Not your father’s searching –
You know he never cared
Yet you hold on with dying hope
To what little time you shared.

Did you know how this would end –
Of everything you never learned
How they would find your body here
Disfigured, mutilated, burned.