Vengeance

I will never be away
I will be watching you from the grave
With a sword thrust through my heart
Not alive, not quite dead
I will be waiting for the one
Who will pull this blade from my chest
I will kill you with your weapon
In death, you will look your best

Watch for my soiled footprints
The scent of the rot is my courier
Freeze in fear as my sword glints
Your legs must have never felt heavier
Don't faint as the blade bits deeper
Learn to enjoy a bit, nothing feels sweeter
To lift the curse your love has cast
Lie in my grave with me, forever and ever

...And my greatest wish was to die, on a good day to die. When a cottonish morning mist has gluttonously sat down on rime bitten moors, above the fog a crystal clear winter sky houses an unwarming white sun, when my heart and thoughts are clear and at peace. And the only thing i miss would be...

I will never be away
I will be watching you from the grave
With a sword thrust through my heart
Not alive, not quite dead
I will be waiting for the one
Who will pull this blade from my chest
I will kill you with your weapon
In death, you will look your best