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Immoral,

Malicious,

Calculating,

Mischievous,

Creeping in shadows waiting to strike.

 

Pestilence,

Disease,

Pollution,

Resurrection

Of an evil brewing inside.

 

You really don’t give a fuck whose life you ruin.

Targets chosen at random selection.

My eyes watch as her body weakens

Under the onslaught of this infection.

 

A spin of the revolver’s cartridge,

A lottery ticket offered to the damned.

Her soul is crossing the bridge

As I stand alone on my island.

 

All by myself.

 

Destructor,

Conqueror,

Killer,

Poison-maker,

Entering the room with the force of a missile.

 

Reaper,

Fate keeper,

Death’s hand,

On demand,

Bringing the worst news to bleak reality.

 

You really don’t give a fuck whose life you ruin.

She was the only one that could enter.

I dare you to tell me to be optimistic

As her health begins to falter.

 

A sad tale to deliver to the sorrowed

To pin them on their backs.

A reminder to the souls you’ve borrowed

Just to keep them for yourself.

 

I’m by myself.

 

The voices begin to swarm into my head,

Attempting to reassure me.

They consult me; it was inevitable—

She was suicidal.

 

We connected like none other,

A bond formed through tragedy and blood.

Don’t tell me it was bound to happen.

I promised to keep her alive.

 

Enemy,

Opposition,

Other side,

My one foe,

This war will never cease to end.

 

Warmonger,

Aggressor,

Filth-breeder,

Deceiver,

I take this battle into my own hands.

 

You’ve gone and made this personal bitch.

Be prepared as I dig your grave,

Venturing to offer the payback you deserve

For all the lives that you deprave.

 

It seemed as though

Since the day I met her,

We set our time bombs in syncopation.

If the she ever left,

I’d be the explosion that followed.

 

Now I have to speak on her behalf

As they lower her into the ground,

And my sanity will not remain calm.

 

I will not speak for her when you ruined her life.

Fucker, you better speak for your crimes.

I will not speak for my love when you killed her,

Fucker, come here and show your face.

 

Why am I by myself?

The End

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