Buried Thoughts -

All these buried thoughts

Stacked in my mind

They will come for you

As a coming storm

How I hoped so

Every time I look

To this broken face

Your misfortune gift

How beloved I was

How they treat me now

Only scars remain

That’s not what you wanted

Since you made your art

With three hungry dogs

My desire in life

It’s to see you die!

When we meet again

Our places will be changed

I can see you are scared

When I confine you

Oh my cherished friend

Don’t be bashful

We’ve been through much worse

You frustrated my strength

But don’t cripple my will

Now this atrophied arms

Only claim your scream!

Now you are in my realm

My special guest

All this time I planned

Time has finally come

All my sickest joy

All for you my friend

And when I’m done with you

Let the pigs play!