Ah,
As expected of a scum;
You are mistaken if you have thought
That I gave any affection and fanciness
Until when are you going to sleep?
And yes,
I was certain
Yes, I was.
You are not in line
Here,
With the victims of despair
How about I say,
You deserve this decay?
Apparently it fits
Everything fits perfectly
You brought misfortune to yourself
Yet you blame others,
And hate on them
You cursed your fate,
And buried your heart
Then you pushed them,
And called them merciless
Until when,
When are you going to play, child?
How are you going to fix what you broke?
Entertain me,
How if you had broken yourself as well?
How then,
Creator of the game?
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Failed Threats: Disheartened
PoetryHow are you so certain about your love for me? Can't you hear me at all, darling? I'm giving my all here; Screaming threats at the top of my lungs. Are you certain that this is not just out of pity? Because I don't need it at all - I already feel so...
