Turn for turn

In my deepst pain

drowning beneath the rain

you poured over

wound after wound

from every cardinal direction

when i was once your north star

you returned with absence

spitting on my name

in my face

onto my body you smeared disgrace

i hope you get murdered

someday from your ego

I hope you suffer on the cross

for your words on display

I hope you burn in the chaos

you once forced me into

needless to say

I despise you

in every possible way

you and her, your trophy wife

who slanders me openly

on the air inbetween the spaces

between you, she and I

beating me with popularity

enjoy your world apart from me

finally i can say

i hope you have a fucking terrible, awful, and terrifyingly painful and miserable days

forever and ever amen

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