Coup de Grace
Move in for the kill
Eyes cold with Death’s chill.
Fingers damp with thrill,
Coup de Grace, no mercy still.
Silent night moves on breathless wings,
Move in on hopeless things,
Fight against invincible bindings.
Coup de Grace, inevitable endings.
Grasp the throat and sink in deep,
Wait not for the frightened peep,
All alone in twilight creep,
Coup de Grace, lay them out to sleep.