By Damien Knight
I could scream with the hatred that builds in me
I could cut the throat of the one I hate
But what would that bring me
He’s already dead, I was too late
I can feel pity for the one who does not earn It
I do still burn with passion for him
But I’d rather not have bull-shit
So, I must un-love him
For men who only care about themselves
Whose egos make them oblivious
Should die and rot in hell
I hope one day you taste deaths kiss
And never make it back
I unattach my heart and eyes
For self-love I do not lack
And with your dying breath I expose your lies