You.
You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me.
You fanned it to life,
Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze.
Slowly, the fire grew.
Now it is a raging inferno
Consuming me without leaving a trace,
Eating at me from within.
But I’m not gone yet
Nor will I leave until I get my revenge.
I leave you everything.
I give you my hate.
May you live forever more with its weight on your shoulders.
I give you my pain.
With every spasm that racks my body,
May it be magnified a thousand-fold in yours.
I give you my senses.
May you smell the rancid stench of death,
And may your eyes behold the searing light,
The light of my inner fire.
Lastly, I give you my life.
May its black stain lie forever more on the palms of your hands.
This is it.
There is no more to me now.
You.
You are no more to me now.
