Karma can't kill,

so I'm biding my time,

gathering tools of greater use than he ever was;

collecting supplies.

Searching for a place to hide the body,

as soon as it's cold and no longer talking,

lying still with lies stuck in his dead conscience.

He's playing the victim. He’s been asking for attention.

I'll give it to him.

I'll give him what he wants

just one more time.