I can feel the hat, thick and tangible
It is like a living entity all around me
Black and putrid, it assails the nostrils
It rolls onto the taste buds, tasting like death

Through red rimmed eyes I look at you
Already I can see you laying there
Sliced, gutted, screaming in utter agony
As you beg the life slowly flees from you

I, cold and calm, like an avenging angel
Stand over you and plunge the knife again
Again and again, thick red blood squirting
Spraying those damn lace curtains of yours

As you are near death you ask the question, “why?”
Why? There are so many reasons you b*tch
All these years you made my life a misery
You sanctimonious Sunday bloody Christian

They only saw the good side, the church side
Where you prayed so fervently for souls
At home you showed your true side
You’d scream at me and hurl abuse

For so many years I took it all
But there’s a time the worm must turn
Today, right now, I nod and smile
For tomorrow could be the day