i live to see you die.
every day, your end draws closer.
you cannot see it, but
if you could, you could not stop it.
your end -my goal- devours you.
you will die; i will not kill you:
your foolish hopes will kill you;
i will but watch you as you die.
my goal, to watch you as you lie awake at night,
screaming your death at the blank, unseeing walls
of your bedroom. blood stains you,
empties you of color,
of life. my soul becomes complete
as your soul is slowly destroyed.
i laugh; i love; i live;
but only as you die.
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