Though your presence is nonexistent
Your vile stench still looms in my every memory
You have planted a seed, that has sprouted
Into an undying enmity, that shall rear its putrid face
And micturate upon your apologies
That you have delivered far too late
And the heavens collapsed to hell
Creating a mestophilean being
That possessed you with a sense of depraved indifference.
I wish I could have absolved you of the succubus
The one with fiery skin, and the unbecoming nature
In which it clenched your mind.
Was it I who thrust that blade through your back?
Rethink this question, for it you self-destructed
And let your perceptions distort.
The most perplexing of those circumstances
Was how the cold steel found its way engorged in my flesh.
Why have bothered making fraudulent amends?
Now, I'd like to rip your still beating heart
From its blackened cavity.
I hope her mournful tears singe your gaping flesh wound
And your black heart will be pounded to dust
And whisked away in the wind,
However I will always hold a place in mine for you
And all the detestation your name brings.
You set your bridges ablaze, and left them burning.
