It’s boiling just beneath the surface, where it has lain dormant for these many months. And the pain cuts a course straight to my soul and blazes red before my eyes, reminding me of the lies and each time you fraudulently attempted to apologize.
I loathe your existence and my hate meets with none of the resistance my Christian upbringing should offer in assistance to deal with the persistence of animosity towards your skeletal frame.
I am not the same
We have gone past a simple reimbursement for monetary gain. I detest your very name. The sound causes my teeth to grind and my ears to bleed. Unconsciously watering this seed for years and now that you are here nothing would please me more than the warmth from you blood as it pours over my finger tips and drips onto the floor… No more voices reminding me of stupidity, no more frustration at your rigidity. Look into my eyes and watch as I plot your demise and find my solace in your eternal silence
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