My name is Aly 
Murdering a dead man
we have parts to play
and you already know your role
grit your teeth and curl your lip
such beautiful contempt
such an ugly glimpse inside
the soul of a man rotting
kick in the crotch and slap in the face
acting out the rage
reflected in your face
nails so sharp they could leave scars
and turn you as ugly on the outside
as you already are inside
but in the final phase I crumple
the vase I meant to throw at you
just slips on to the floor
and I know this is in vain
because no pain can touch
someone who doesn’t feel
and if I were to kill you
I would be murdering a dead man