You Can Run.

Whoever you are,

I will see you

Wherever you are,

I will find you.

And whatever you are,

I'll know you.

And I promise, that the last thing you feel or see on this earth,

Will be scuffed yellow sole,

Of my loverly vintage pair of doc martens,

transforming your face, by use of repetitive stomping, into something that resembles watermelon pulp.

You have the best of me now. But soon you'll know the pain you caused me. Don't expect pity or forgiveness. Nope, as I permanently disfigure you, you'll see nothing in my eyes but satisfaction.

Whatever you are. You'll cower from my long black shadow, just as I cowered from you all my life.