Be Gone.

It was how you looked at me
That had spurned the fury
The way you spat at me
In all your mystic glory

Your tortured me and raped
All there was too pillage
Within my deepest corners
You ripped away my bandage

With pure shock and horror
It was to me you stared
Why act surprised
I am sure you never cared?

Revenge is sweet they say
Especially when served cold
Revenge a bitter end
No energy to scold

So I leave you lonely
Naked and unsure
Remember who understood you
When you were no longer pure

Goodbye, farewell so long
Good riddens and all the rest
I am better of without you
To that I can attest

Author: Moonsomnia

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