Blasphemy : II

The glow of the screen was a sickly green light

Revealing the secrets you whispered at night

A digital trail of the skin you had sold

While sleeping beside me, so callous and cold

But when I confronted the lie and the shame

You didn't seek pardon or soften your aim;

You erupted in fever, a banshee of spite

And buried your heel in my temple that night

​I tasted the carpet, the copper, the bile

While you looked above me with a predatory smile

No "sorry" was uttered, no tear hit the floor

Just the sound of the locks and the slam of the door

I lived in the shadow of your jagged hand

While you clung to the wealth of my family’s land

You hated my soul, but you worshipped my name

A parasite feeding on privilege and fame

​I endured every bruise, every scream, every slight

But the fire you kindled was losing its light

I waited in silence, I sharpened my wit

While you fell in the hole of your own frantic pit

Now you howl at my gates in a desperate haze

As the "privilege" you envied goes up in a blaze

You bang on the oak till your knuckles are torn

While I sit in the silence, enjoying my scorn

​Through the camera's eye, I watch you go mad

Losing the status you thought that you had

You’re trespassing now on a heart made of stone

Starving for power, and rotting alone

I’ll call for the sirens, I’ll call for the cage

To write the last lines of your hideous page

The man that you kicked didn't die in the hall;

He just waited for gravity to finish your fall

​I’ll watch through the peephole, a ghost in the hall

As you scream at the bricks and you claw at the wall

The wealth that you craved is the bars of your cell

I’ve bought you a ticket for a very long hell

No mercy is coming, no pity, no grace

Just the memory of blood on my broken-down face

I’m savoring the sound of your spirit as it snaps

The delicious, slow closing of all of my traps