I can't help but predict your every move,

And hope that you somehow fall,

Despite your good luck, I will have my justice,

To see before I die the light of life leave your eyes like you took mine,

I was dead before I was alive, I miss,

My laugh,

My love,

My happiness,

I feel pleasure to see you grovel, and crawl, eyes and mouth full with lies,


Almost drowning yourself in your cries,

I feel envy,

To your light, tears, smiles and sighs,

For I can't cry.

The End

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