Bathe In Your Blood Poem by Samer Al Khouri

I long for the death wish of my broken tomb
Whispers crisp in my ears silly forgotten songs
Of my mesmerized memories that I soon begot
And scars of broken needles from love I have-not

Drenched in sorrow from the sins I done wrong
For the pain I engraved in you my loved one
Scratching the walls of your heart with rot
While sedating your only hope with distraught

I've unlit your path and dreams, your future along
Your nights of endless aches will haunt so strong
And I will not rest till your bones smell of grot
Tear you to pieces and bathe in your blood