Let's seal this greeting with the passion from a razor's kiss.
Compassion, a virtue never synonymous with this name.
gaze pierces two sets of somber eyes,
Of which only dreams had brought in yesteryear.
My misery, my bane, and my envy
I will take everything from you.
I will replicate an assembled heart, forged from your collective agony,
And I will
tear away until there are but two beating hearts before me.
I will tear away, for my greatest triumph lies in the:
resentment, and spite
Will scourge them both for the rest of their wretched days.