In my mind I have killed you
a thousand times and more
both shot and stabbed
where that rock that you call a heart
is supposed to be found
In my dreams you have burned
not just with the flames of retribution
but with the shame of your failure
I guess it may teach you a lesson
not to mess with my mind's fires
In my mind's eye I watched you suffer
in the agonies of your stupidity
you constantly make the same mistakes
I guess you love torturing your self
As it is I will let you go on
there is no point in seeking harm for now
letting you live and deal with your problems
will be punishment enough
dealing with your existence's rubbish
is pretty much a life sentence
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