Disclaimer: I do not own any of Jhonen Vasquez's characters.

This one choice broken

He lies unfounded

Cold

Unfeeling

Some say dead

And that is what they become

Catacombs underneath Heaven

This doesn't look like Heaven

There is nothing to say to what he has to do

You fucked him over

Now you pay your rightful due

Pins and needles

Drills and screws

All the tools used on you

You cry

And scream

But to no avail

He's come to take you

And he shall

Fear not the reaper

For he is not the one who looks for you

Feat the one with the raging eyes

The one who's come back from the dead

To send the living to that realm

As tears pour down your blood soaked face

And your hair is ripped out all over the place

You can only hope and wonder

Why?

Because you don't see what made you deserve to be the next

To die

-+-+-+- Reviews are much appreciated. I am a bit rusty in the poem-fiction area so I understand that this creation may not be the best of my ability. Although, flames will be laughed at and posted on many web sights for the viewing pleasure of many other smarter people.