You ate my skin, devoured my brain, lied to my face and then left me out to rot in the acid rain. You victimized me like my own personal Hannibal Lecter, as you were the most skilled and captivating soul collector. You ravaged my city, and pillaged my town, raped all its women and then left me to drown. The seas swallow me whole adding to my rage, as I contemplate the ways in which I will rampage. I will run through your neighbourhood with your head on my sword, valiantly display my triumph, your blood was my reward. I feel like I have won an academy award, as my honour feels restored after being ignored for far too long. My swan song includes some ammunition for the way you wasted my time, in my prime, it is easy to see that you were the lime, that soured my art and silenced me, like a mime. I have raided your cupboards and left you barren plus bare, the next time you search for me, I will not be there. Forever disconnected from your infantile ways, better late than never to avoid the destined decay. You would have poisoned my sun, and made it fall from its sky, robbed my rainbows of colour, and blackened my eyes. The very thought of spending a lifetime with you conjures up images of suicide, and nothing but the blues. I thank God every day for giving me the strength to escape, from the nightmare of you that began to slowly take shape. You would control my dreams and my reality too, burning my skin like an infected tattoo. I had to rid myself of you in order to find myself again, I have made it through the rain as it cleansed my veins and washed away the pain. Your illegalities were many as you claimed to be the best, but in retrospect your daily bread was much too difficult to digest. I attempted to eat of you hungrily but only choked on all your lies, you were cunning beyond your years, I should have seen through your uninspired disguise. The sun sets in the west as hatred rises in my heart, waiting to see you again so I can cut you open with my anger and then tear your life apart. You will no longer claim to be the victim and finally accept the blame, for all the hours you spun your wicked webs of deceit and for all the tedious games. You thought you could outsmart me, but it was my finger that I had you wrapped around. Here is my cookbook of anarchy, nobody cares when the tears of a clown fall down. Liberated again, I count my blessings as I celebrate with champagne. I can smell the flowers that beautify the world, as my efforts have resulted in the production of a pearl. I was an oyster lonely living at the bottom of the sea, now I swim at the top while people stare in awe, wishing to capture photographs of my beauty. You will forever burn with envy for the man that I become, as I find my loving and my heart, the void of you is merely numbed. Cry your crocodile tears for the rest of your dreary days of desperation, as I appreciate with value, quickly becoming the object of global admiration. You will be permanently enslaved to money and your mother, Freud was right when it came to you. I will travel the world in the arms of another, painting the world with vibrancy in all its hues. Welcome to the end, your life failed to compute, your heart will never mend, you were my most trivial pursuit. Carnage was the cause for your eternal damnation, rot in Hell with your thoughts of gloom, you are the manifestation of my hostile indignation.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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