The Uncrowned

Every life you devoured

Will haunt you unending

The flesh between your teeth

The flesh created by your mother

Fantasize about forgetting everything

Dream of taking steps back

They mock your efforts

Your shameful hour of regret

Their hammers - your deeds

No use shutting your eyes

Raw picture of reality

Your superiority

Open game

Measure your chances

Seek out a hole small enough

It will come down to you

Like rain slashing your wounds

Can you see it now

Imagine taking your last breath

Arrive to your punishers

Your disorder shall be repaid