Flawed Design.

Now that your cards have been dealt, I wish you well as I watch the acidic rain pour down on you as you painfully melt. Inspired although you left much to be desired, your layers peel away to reveal the ugliness of you that cut like barbed wire. Your time has run out along with your fifteen minutes of lame, you tried to play me but I beat you at your own foolish game. I have regained my strength and rebuilt the walls that you broke down; I have conquered armies and watched them fall only to re-earn my crown. Some say there is power in numbers but I learnt to stand and hold my own alone. I created a monster out of you, but just wait until you're punished when I return to my throne. You had me fooled as I believed I had caught a falling star, you were the weakest of my conquests and the easiest by far. I smile spitefully as I watch you lay blindly upon your bed of lies, feel renewed and splendid as you near your dear demise. What made you think that I was even in your league, how naive of you to assume I didn't see the tricks you hid inside your sleeve. I was born a winner, King Midas envied the way I made you feel like you were gold; now that I've gone away, you need to wake up and realize that you are as admired as the common cold. I could have given you the world and let you taste the finest wines, but instead you chose to betray me, you are a flawed design. At your age you have already reached the summit of your success, as my noblesse increases, respect my fragrant finesse. Bow down to me and lick my boots if you want to keep your head, I will terrorize your dreams and fill your thoughts with dread. Practice what you preach, accept that you are weak or prepare to meet your maker, learn to think before you speak. I will put you under the sea to let the pain of losing me sink in and set me free. Your ship's wrecked and twenty thousand leagues below, when I am done with you, you will join the ranks of all the other John Does. Train wreck in the making, I cannot wait for you to crash; I will laugh indulgently as I see you burn and turn to ash. Your plane falls from the sky as your parachute fails to deploy, you claimed to be a man but you were hardly even a boy. You blow up and explode like gasoline, you scarred my skin and made it scab, you were the worst gangrene. I abhor the way you seek pity and claim to play the martyr, always claiming to be the victim; wait in vain until the poison in your veins kicks in, and death's kiss leaves you feeling numb. I am on my way to the top, Everest and higher, my ambition will never stop. You on the other hand are no longer in demand, like a broken toy, you are obsolete as your wishes are no longer my command. Reap what you sow, as your cup overflows, you drink greedily of life and I hope you choke. You killed my honour and pillaged my town, tread with caution as I will surely knock you down. Drowned in a sea of your own self-pity, continue to wallow in your own misery while I attack your city. I will make you question your sanity and toy with your security, have you running for the hills and swallowing a plethora of pills. All of this because you reckoned with the wrong force, I will religiously riot and fill your life with remorse. I cleaned out our closets and locked all of our doors, you belong in the past just like the cold war. I am over and out, better than you until the bitter end, you were the most repugnant lover, and an even more vile friend. The stench of your decay fills the room and makes the wallpaper wilt, run and hide like the scared little child that you are, burdened by your guilt. With you I was entombed in a casket filled with eternal scorn, but now that you are gone, I can breathe again, revived as I have been reborn.