I have nothing left to live for.
Nothing left to do.
No one to seek revenge on.
No one, except for you.
You are my one and only thought.
Your image in my mind
Remains a sharp memory,
One that cannot be left behind.
Tonight is your last night, sir.
Do spend it well.
You shall crumble to the floor
When my pistol tells.
Shall I come as I am, sir?
Sodden in tears, I am a fright.
Or perhaps I'll wear my red silk dress.
And give you a lovely last sight.
If he was back, sir,
He'd get you sooner than I.
But you see, he isn't, sir.
For that reason, you must die.
-E. K. W.