DestructionGlitter

In the dead of night, I can hear the crisp sound of your voice breaking
And though you no longer have a mouth
Your words slither round my ear like the worms that devoured your remains
And I feel the coldness creeping in, I feel the poisonous arms of sleep
And I remember what it's like 
To be a slave

In the depths of ungrateful dreams, I remember your fist clutching
And though you no longer have fingers
Your nails dig into my flesh like the sickness dug into your body
And I feel the darkness creeping in, I feel the wanton rays of morning 
And I remember what it's like
To feel no pain

If I had a heart
I would tear it to bits
For one more word spoken
From your dead throat