Your happiness is my bane
You desperation, pure joy
I want to see you fall
Stumble against the wall
As I suck the life out of you
And I see you smile
Knowing that your end is near
Hoping it would come
Knowing you can see the light
Glimmering white against the night
However, poor sir,
That's just an illusion
Made by your brain while you were in seclusion
You may think you are close to death
But I am afraid not
For death is not the worst
Unlike what you thought
There are so much more tortures
I wish I could share
This is one of the easiest
That you could bear
But for the others
I dare not say
Because you would dearly pay
Think you can brave through it?
Come and try, I dare
