My heart pangs to the light hums from the  soundless abyss. Waiting to Ponce without thought my tongue sharper than any knife. You ignite a fire in me that burn hotter than the seven suns. Makes me want to run away. I feel my blood drip in my hands from my beating heart contracting, making demands. I sometimes dream of better times where I knew who you where an you’ve know of my existence. I wish you finally see what you had been missing. My heart feels like he’s been served on a platter. She acts like nothing else matters. I burn with a hate that makes bile taste like a cupcakes. In this wake I’ve decided that love an loss matter nothing to the victor unless you have spoils. An I’ve spoiled you with affections that doesn’t equate to the fate you’ve decided for us both. My hate is one that simmers till the *** over flows.
An with that I wash away all my woes. Baptized in the blood of my enemies. Reverent rides the waves with daggers found on any spades. With a knife in my back I’ve decided I’d rather die than cry. At this point there no reason to even say goodbye.