If I ever find you
It shall be your unending downfall
For your acts of blasphemy
And your acts of cowardice
First
I shall make you
Bring your knees to the ground
I shall be
Cold
Indifferent
As you'd been in the past
You can cry out
In fear
Terror
Regret
But I shall toss my head back
And laugh at your looming plight
Second
I shall hear your screams
Ring through the dark alley
Without a soul
There will be no room for pity
No room for mercy
In exchange for your cowardly sins
Every second shall tick by
Slowly
Taunting you into mad fear
Seizing your sanity with wild hysteria
Third
I shall savor
Your feeble whimpers
As you continue to implore incessantly
Whilst I quench my thirst
With a cocktail
Of victory and the blood of a fallen enemy
Finally you have become my prisoner
Confined to shame
And a labyrinth of hopelessness
Finally you have become a broken spirit
Banished to an abyss for the fallen
-26/10/2011
On the night of Deepavali, as fireworks flew up into the air amidst euphoric celebrations
