"Kill Bill"

Short, but sweet to the point.

 This midnight sun hangs over me,

I’m gonna bring it all home,

Revolution on the west-side.

When I see you,

There shall be an inferno,

A blazing crescendo,

An almighty break through.

I’m just retaliating,

Evening my score,

As I am remembering,

You called me your:

 

“Little w***e.”

 

Flames ripped through my heart:

A bullet to the temple,

It was almost state of art,

Far from coincidental.

Burnt to cinders in my own bed,

The place I felt safe, my own home.

I refuse to be left here,

Call me your:

 

“Little stalker, that beastly musketeer”.

 

I will not burn in this memory:

Give me one sleepless night,

Just one more time,

While I aim this vengeful gun,

Towards my midnight sun.