I can’t imagine the scars that remain opened
Bruises, soon to nest again, on my soul.
Your foul stench alone awakens my every nightmare.
You hear my screams of anguish hat pleasure your existence.
Time will wear on you! You’ll see!
Like the rot that you are!
Patience my dear. Whom I so long to burn.
Nails will dig into you so deep
Dare not to shutter
For this is what you loved to bare on me.
Take all that you have given! Take it back!
I can’t wait to hear you beg!