The Corpse

Endless pain ebbed through my torn flesh.
As I breathe my last, anger consumes me.
You, who had condemned my soul to the eternal fire,
feel the wrath of this dying heart.
Hear my curse, you, whose hands are stained with my blood:
that this anguished face will forever hunt you,
that the stench of my blood will never leave you,
that my restless spirit will forever follow you,
until your death, and beyond.

-timi(2004)