Endlessly yearning for happiness,
Yet the thought of blood comes to mind,
I despise you for the damages you've done to my life,
I want so bad to spit into your face,
Tell you how much I hate you on sight,
And how I compare you with filth;
You thought you are dominate,
But my dear, you messed with my vengeance,
You messed with my hatred towards you,
That was a brave but lethal move you made,
Think I am going to keep quite?
Think again,
Time will be the Judge,
You will suffer,
That I promise you.
