Friday, 8 July 2011


I am filled with rage. And hurt.
You festering cunt, the knife was blunt,
So you stuck it slower into my side.
You know nothing of the anguish I’ve endured by the stem of your greed.
Once a whore, always a whore. Your malice has no end.
I long for your demise to my very core,

I’ll express no lament for you, dear friend.

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