Vindictive.
It pops into my mind and
I only think of you.
Your scathing anger,
Your scalding hatred.
Grow up, child!
I never believed your lies.
You tried
You tried, so hard,
To melt my brain and sift through
What was left.
To get to me.
And for the two nights,
Those two bloody nights I spent
With you in London,
...
Why?! Why did I bother?!
As I listened,
Over sweet and sour chicken (of all things)
To your sociopathic plotting and your maliciously-fuelled lies,
Of murder, deceit and a world under this one,
I knew not the ploy it was.
Just a tactic to get at my head.
Stupid! Why did I trust you
With such things?
Of my genetic heritage,
That good-for-nowt genetic link?
That knife
So you held it, with a smug, glaring smile, and told me of
The actions that...
It had allegedly taken.
You left scars that night.
Deep, scarlet scars.
And it frightens me still that
For one so young,
You managed to get into my head
And unlock something so harmful in me. An urge to hurt.
Never again. Stay away.
Leave your petty self in London's dark alleys.
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