Dark Echoes

Contempt

I want to be there,

When your life comes crashing down,

So I can stand there, looking on,

Taking sick pleasure in your frown.

 

I want to see you cry,

As hard as you fucking can,

After you've lost everything,

Everything, including your kin.

 

I want you to be hurt,

To see your blood spill with bliss,

The same way you've spilled mine,

By forcing the razor to my wrist.

 

I want you to be jealous,

To be sickly green with envy,

So you can see how far I've made it,

After all the shit you've done to me.

 

I want you to pay,

For the hell you've put me through,

For the lies you've spread with your lips,

For the way that people look at me now, with their faces all askew.

 

I want you to feel guilt,

As you lay in your death bed, unaware of my jeer,

For I will be the very last face you see,

And my voice, the last you hear.