FicWad

A diamond in the rough,
Cold, cut purity,
Innocence for sale,
But guess what, sugar,
You're just my size.

I've got destruction,
Wrapped around my finger,
You don't have a clue,
Who you're messing with,
What am I bargaining for?

A grudge in the attic,
Long forgotten dust; remains blanketed with psychosis,
An internal burst of vengeance,
Look over here, sugar,
I've got the dagger.

I've got destruction,
Wrapped around my finger,
You don't have a clue,
Who you're messing with,
What am I bargaining for?

A letter in the box,
Rushed, chicken-scratch scribbles,
Leaking monotonous words,
Better be prepared, sugar,
We're both going down.

I've got destruction,
Six feet underground,
You have no clue,
Who sleeps in your coffin,
But I sure as Hell do.