Now you're going to be famous

How can you stand without a spine ?
Turn your fuc*** back on me ?
Yet I will walk away with a smile.
You will become my newest creation.
So where has all of this gotten you ?
With a blade to your throat.
I can smell the fear on you. I will wipe
you clean from my memory. You cry out
and tremble before me. So prepare to
meet your fuc*** maker. So put
your mouth to the curb. Now you're
going to be famous. All will admire me
for what I've done. I wish I could say it
won't hurt. May the pain eat away at
your existence. Much like the cancer
that lines your womb. You will truly
know what suffering is. Forgiveness is
no longer an option. As you lay lifeless
in my presence, I may find my peace
and my solace. As your pulse slowly fades away.