Too many times I was reduced
to crying, begging desperately,
waiting for morning to come.
The darkness of it all
reminded me no end
of how unfeeling you were
if you would choose to be so,
and that was exactly why I lay there
bleeding to my death.
I am good for nothing
and the only bit of life left in me
is not even enough
to bury a dagger to your chest...
Your callous disregard
for what I feel
has caused my death.
What's even worse
was I woke up to the reality
that I was going
to be a living dead.
Why do you keep wondering
why I am so vicious,
as if you know nothing
of such word.
Have you forgotten your own cruelty?
I resent the fact
that it was you
who caused such a death
that never seems to have
any hope for resurrection....
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