Shattered Shins (EG)
Emily Gilmore
[Verse
Looking up at that ghastly visage
Sweat dripping, eyes closed, brow furrowed
Not noticing what you're planning
Reach in your pocket and withdraw your equalizer
Slice hack make it hurt make it last
See the fright, the realization, roses
His cries are similar to ones you've bellowed
Now you have something in common
On his knees scrambling, lurching
A boot to his face, a blade to his throat
He will never kiss his mother with that mouth again
Sex and violence, you win