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Dec 2017
When you trust too much
You hurt more than most
My naivety was a scar from the past
That I am never again holding onto
This betrayal
Like knives
In my eyes
And my mind
Reeling
Making me feel ******* crazy
Over and over getting the guilt trip
The "what if"s getting bigger
And more numerous
And consuming my desire
To elevate us higher
To get closer to God
To marry you
I ******* hate you.

You were supposed to be a friend
A real friend
The only one I felt I had left
And you went
And showed yourself to be
The epitome
Of a Roman
Judas
****
*****
You ******* murderer of faith
You vile *******
I hope you die slow
I hope you ******* know
That I will be laughing
When you get lowered down
Into a ******* pit
I hope it's so dark
That you can taste the silence
I hope your ******* eyes bleed
I hope your ******* heart aches
I hope everything you ever loved
Burns in front of your face
While you are forced to stare
As you're *****.

You destroyed everything I built
Everything I loved
You're filth
****
****
You
Home wrecker
Eat **** and die to the final ring of hell
I hope you hear the bells
Because they toll for you
And I am in the tower
I am the tower
This is the final hour
And I am the second hand
I am the fury
I am the tumor
In your skull
In your lungs
In your veins

I am going to infect you
I am going to **** your innards gloriously
Expanding my lungs to take in the air
Of vengeance
Of jealousy
As I finally achieve victory
Show me the gates
Show me valhalla
**** me now
I hate everything
I hate myself

For being such a ******* idiot
I trusted you
BOTH OF YOU
And you destroyed my psyche
You made me question everything
You made me resent my child
You made me want to die
I want to die
I want to take everything with me
I want the entire world to feel this
And understand this fury

Rot, twisted, convulsing, vomitus
Let your feces become your entrails
Let your entire family burn alive
For generations
For eons
Die slow
Die over and over again
And be reborn
With the pain of birth
Only to be murdered in your crib
By me
Again and again and again and again
Until there's nothing left
But a twisted leech

You deserve this.
Dedicated to my beautiful wife
Ryan Bowdish
Written by
Ryan Bowdish  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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