The honorless, you sit in a pathetic pool of shit.
You think you took the one I love? You fool!
You don't have a clue of what's important to me.
You think you rake me over coals?
I'll let you believe that as you bleed to death.
Pulled across the razors edge.
Drawn and quartered.
With your head stuck on the end of a spear.
I stroll by and pay homage to the fallen hero.

John DeBona

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pulled-across-the-razors-edge/