Service is cold

Written by: Ken Wallace

I lie on the ground, faceless
Unbroken but undone
You walk away, proud
While you chant and praise yourself
So I sigh, in defeat, and I cry for release
And I beg for the agony to seize
I screech please!
Drunkenly prop up to my knees
As they buckle from the pain within my mind
And my teeth I grind 
Revenge you will find
And your ass will be mine