Righteous Hand

A sacrificial lamb to his lust… I’m one of many, his angel of dust, Swallowed in his shadow's reach… I’ve witnessed everything he has to teach. Perverse rituals of his need, Praying I was the only… that soiled his seed. Hiding behind this battered mask… “Isn’t this how we are loved, “He’d ask? Grasping for all that’s left of sanity… As he spews over my body his inhumanity, The alcohol fogs over his laugh… How the hell does he conceal this gaffe? I wrench the comforter through my fingers… As the blood and stool aroma lingers… Becoming too much, in my head I disengage… Darkened emptiness filled with utter rage… The bed squeaks as the weight is released… Brushing my hair from my eyes does the beast… Every purity within has forever ceased, I relax, for I know vengence will be mine… I wait, and I find the perfect time… Because on my dresser… a revolver for two One for me, but first, one for you… And here in this chamber, I have pointed at you… The righteous hand of God, Will decide with you, What to do…