It reads like a love letter,
The page is filled with words of hate,
I picture your face in my mind as you read these words line by line.

I imagine you to be shocked and angry,
The betrayal reads like a harlequin romance novel on your eyes, and I hear myself giggle, despite the fact that you’re hurting or maybe in-spite just to see you cry.

The love letter of hate which I wrote for you lays all your **** bare, and it’s my dream come true.

See this darkness in me begs for your humiliation, it feeds on it. And I crave the desperation in your voice as you beg for this to end, but it’s only the beginning my friend.

They tell me that misery loves its company, and I know it to be true, so I hope you believe me when I tell you, that I want you to revel in misery too.

You thought you were cold and unforgiving, but you’re weak and unchanged.

You have awakened something calculated and manipulative in me, something that wants to make you pay.

I’m cruel and unyielding when it comes to torturing you. You have held me in silence and in fear for far too long, it’s your turn to scream. So run far, run long.

I’m not far behind, but you won’t see me when I come for you, much like Bane I was born and raised in darkness, I’ll sniff you out like a moth to a flame and distinguish your light faster than your gun can aim.

I am no longer scared, and never was I weak. I was building my anger and waiting for my moment to speak.

Now that I’m free, I’ve got a list with just one name. So, all that is left is a question. “Are you sure you want to play this game?”