A Gentle Gift - Vitriol

That is where you will find the light of your end:

In its thunder

Hell’s belly knocking with leashed hungers —

I will pluck from them every tether

To end your life

Would be the most heinous compassion

To loosen my teeth from your neck

You will suffer here beneath me

For there is no loneliness in oblivion that could burn like the pain I have

made in you

You will find permission to a hollow mercy only then

When the failing bones of equity

Splinter beneath the irresistible pressure of ambition, and a brokenhearted sun

Heaves itself upon the littered shore

The cruelty shown there

…beyond God’s imagination and moderating bounds

It is the weakest pardon, and you have done nothing to deserve the tender

liberty of death

The gentle gift of death

You will suffer here beneath me

For there is no loneliness in oblivion that could burn like the pain I have

made in you

I will feed you by spoon the blood-drunk sand

You will find your end there, in the fucking taste