Poem about Sweeny's vengefulness (quite enjoyable really)
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney (unfortunately)
Finding Lost Bliss
Memories of you
Rage in my head
Your sweet smile
And your self-assured tread.
And then that Judge
Spotted you
And eventually
Got his hands on you.
While I was off
Living in a cell
That man raped you
And down you fell.
Poisoned yourself
Lovett says
Your beautiful face
Won't stay out of my head.
I take up my razor
With hands shaking of rage
My heart feels on fire
With all of this rage.
But your face still stays
In front of my face
And you can never
Be replaced.
So I will kill
Every man that I find
That has done you or any wrong
His fine will be high.
His life will be taken
By the blade in my hand
And made into pies
And sold at Lovett's stand.
And I will do
All of this
For you and maybe
I will find bliss.
After every foul creature
That roams this earth
Will undoubtedly
Regret their birth.
Your face wavers
In front of my face
And you, my love,
Will never be replaced.
This knife in my hand
Will pay for those years
Sitting in prison
Holding back tears,
Wondering what had
Become of you
And now I find your dead
And my hearts cut in two.
And this razor
Might give me that bliss
That had been lost
When I lost your kiss.