Dear Murderer
You know your name
Though I dare not speak it
For fear of breaking down
But although my tears sting from death
They are nothing
Compared to the ocean flowing from my mother's eyes
Or the rivers streaming down my father's face
When you dug a hole
And laid me down in corrupted soil
Did you know of others pain
Did you wonder of lives you destroyed?
Even those you did not touch?
Did the screams echoing from my loved ones
Ever make the shame well up inside you?
Along with extreme guilt?
Or maybe not.
Seeing as my hair remains in a jar under your bed.
And my beautiful necklace remains your prize inside your drawer.
Well, rest easy now
You may have eluded my vengeance now
But fear not, my wrath from death is much stronger than that from life
And it will arrive quickly and swiftly
Dear Murderer
My body is decayed
But my soul is still alive
My life is burned
Along with my compassion
And you will feel no mercy
You will feel the pain
Soon.
