Let me soar like the crows that

harvested on your flesh,

Allow me to flee like the rats

that rest on your grave,

I’ll be the thorned tendrils that

snake around you, as a test,

If I never leave fully promise

me you’ll be afraid,

Make a swear to me you’ll

return the emotion, to me, you

gave,

I’m no more, like a finch, caged,

Let me be your worst nightmare,

but the one you made,

Freedom finds those who

deserve it,

That’s why you’re in a box

under the surface,

When I look at flowers, I

don’t see you,

I see the bugs that eat their

petals away,

So I’ll be the insects that

do the same,

Wherever you are, I hope

it’s hell,

I’m angry, I’m furious at you,

can’t you tell?

When you look at fire does it

remind you of me?

Your skin melting away with

no hopes for peace,

You didn’t provide me with

peace,

So why should I pray, rest,

that you gain?

If you wanted freedom so badly,

you shouldn’t have played the

blaming game,

I could go on forever, but I have

more things of worth to do,

I’ll leave you with a final

thought though:

Now you know what suffocation

feels like, and that gives me

enough blissful freedom knowing

you got what was coming to you,

I’ll be the thing you lost,

When you think of me, I hope

you see my face watching

you rot.