Dying to see you

What my beloved justice with the lonely scale intend
has fed my weak and thirsty soul for a hundred years
when the consuming impatience lures me to the end
the horned messenger with the cup of promise appears

When my befriended beast with the worn cup descends
I am left to myself starving for more even the stench
with this to my impatience drowse my waiting depends
feed me destroy me my vitalizing poison of revenge