Chapter 1 - death.

You've finally given up
You can't take it anymore
I watch you draw your last breath
I think, how beautiful
You are like a butterfly, a firefly
Flutter and die, flicker and die
This please me

I have a sense of empowerment now
I feel so righteous and yet, I don't
I have done something horrible
But I have reason to hurt you
You hurt my own, my heart too
You hurt something that means
More to me than ever could
You hurt my love, you hurt me

You are actually very lucky, I think
I ponder how I could've made it
More painful to endure
I wish it had been slower
I wish that I could have seen his tears
I want so badly so mangle the mangled
But I can't mar you up anymore
You're dead, that would be almost
Disrespectful

Like the British to Braveheart
To four corners I take you
Your kitchen, your porch
Your room and your parent's
Your head I place in the parlor
As a sort of medieval trophy

I enjoy the look on your face
Mascara and eyeliner running
Emos make me sick
Your expression is one of anguish
One of suffering, but too short I think
Nothing like months of torture
The torture you received was nothing

I do you one honor
I bury your torso with the Catholics
Gravestone and everything
'May ye rest ever sweetly in Hell'
For a true Christian is not out
To hurt and persecute, no
A true Christian does not cut
Nor make loving hearts bleed

I made your death go painfully
I didn't take time enough however
We never have enough time
But, atleast, I got my Revenge.

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