My favorite part about the way you killed her
was watching her gasp for air.
Remember when they engaged the morphine drip?
Yeah, right around there is when her lungs started to give out.
That was my favorite part.
Watching her gasp for air,
and cough, and ask for water
because her mouth was so dry
from knowing that within a few hours
she would be dead.
She knew that as she sat there,
gasping for air,
she was wasting her time and breath.
Because she knew that you were ******* killing her.
We were all in the room.
But I'm almost certain I'm the only one that saw you.
Sitting there, legs crossed at the knees,
hands behind your head,
toothpick at your teeth,
and with that ******* grin you always wear.
And you just stared at me,
with those ****** eyes of yours,
because you knew that I couldn't do anything.
You knew we were all helpless.