*this is a poem of rage and wishful thinking. I know it isn't my best work by far but the intent was more of a giving voice to anger and retribution*


My finger's starting to tremble,
And the sweat just hit the floor.
Gotta lick my too-dry lips,
As I glance up at the door.

I'm glad I thought to close it,
And you know it's locked up tight.
You're the one with a dead-bolt fetish,
Guess that means you lose this fight.

Cause it leaves you two to one,
And you're bound to end up dead.
You know I'll win with this loaded gun,
Pointed right at your goddamned head.

I can't believe this moment,
Has finally come to pass.
You've no idea how many nights,
I've dreamed of kicking your stupid ass.

And yes, I know I'm shaking,
I can admit that I'm afraid.
You fucked with my head so many times,
In so many different ways.

But I knew someday I'd get the chance,
To make you pay for all your lies.
For every time you hurt me,
You're less than nothing in my eyes.

You know you should have killed me,
When you dared put a gun to my face.
I may have been a child then,
But I knew how to wait.

You have no upperhand now,
And it's funny to see your tears.
You never cared when I cried, did you?
You only gave me more to fear.

So now it's time to say good-bye,
Count your last breaths - 1 - 2 - 3.
While you die just keep in mind -
You NEVER should have fucked with me.