• Trying to find a way,
    To discuss with you,
    All the ways in which you make me sick!

    I hate you more and more each day,
    How disgusting you are,
    How I long just to see you again,
    So I can shred you limb from limb,
    Tear your soul from your blood,
    Until you are nothing once more!

    Nothing, just as you already are,
    I hate you more than you could ever know,
    Constantly I find myself,
    Wishing you'd just die and rot away,
    But I don't really wish that upon you,
    For what satisfaction would there be in such a fate?

    Then we would both die,
    With me never truly knowing,
    What it feels like for your bones to snap beneath my hands,
    Just as your heart,
    Was crushed beneath my wings.