How it stings and throbs Singing of the damage done, Angry hidden flesh.
Tender open wound Salt and abrade the margins, Thus irreparable.
Embed your blade in My bone. Drag your dagger through My flesh. Make it hurt.
Dangerous lies in Wait at your door. Inside Your house. So be still.
Mirror on the wall, Whose gaze chills my spine? Strangest Face, surely not me.
You would wail and gnash Your teeth, had not I dug your Grave with your jawbone.