You are the coward, the one who’s prowling in the teeth of wind. Fool parched with thirst Possessed to seize my soul, to hide it in a coffin. I’m not going to [bad word] your slave, as well as wait for your recreant to stab in my back. 

Show me your face you filthy rat, I’ll rip the skin off from your skull.
Obscurity eternally will bury your silhouette in depths.

Lungs constricted in pain.
But the eyes filled with wrath.