I hate you.
The fact that you think you own me,
I’m trapped.
My world is nothing less than a black hole leading to an abyss of emptiness.
You enter the space in which I live in and I feel as though I don’t belong,
Just a walking figure that no longer exists,
The only person who seems to be able to see me is my own reflection.
I am dead.
You have brought death to me.
I no longer breathe your air.
I no longer see your old decrepit face.
My worn out ears no longer eats your masculine voice.
I try not to think.
I try not the feel.
I want to be numb.
One bullet.
That’s all it took for me to escape this misery.
I am free.
I’m flying with a grin.
Looking down on you and how sad your life is.
Now its your turn to wait for death.
Like an old dying tree, yet its life never ending.
Suffer.
