Waiting- waiting for a death
I lie upon my stomach
pressing my frustration into the floor
Will he kill?
The moment comes and goes-
he's lost the darkness
I yell- kill the king
yet he fears heaven
For whom?
No longer does the dagger thirst for blood
Claudius will live to kick his heels at heaven
Kill- kill the king -I wish for blood
Blood as black as ink across the page
Does that make me strange- to seek a murder?
Something must give-I want it to be flesh
The moment is gone- death has taken wing
Revenge is no longer the order of the day
Still I whisper kill – kill the king