Death By Hands

You know what you did? You stripped me bare. You stole my dignity, my hope, my life.

You thought you had me under your will, that you could control me. How wrong you were. If only you could've seen my heart and mind with those all-seeing black pits you call eyes, you would've seen that I still wandered free. You never truly had all of me, just some. When I said I loved you, I believed it because you made me believe. It wasn't the truth, none of it was. We were both living a lie created by each other.

Now I'm not forced to do your bidding, to grovel at you bedside as you would have me watch you making love to those people. I was only ever with you so as to protect another. If you, the vulture who preys on men, had brought the one I truly loved to bed, you would never have seen the dawn. You thought my spirit broken, that was the worst mistake you ever made.

Look at me now. Able to speak my mind as you slowly die, drowning in your own blood. I only hope death is as painful as everything you did to me. If I could only make certain of it. All the tortures, the beatings, the tears I shed as I watched every man you took slowly die after the throws of passion. My years with you will haunt me forever, the only thing making me feel better is knowing you’re dead.

I'm not going to give you the honour of a witness at the hour of your death. Instead I will walk away, lock the door of this room and listen to your screams. Yes, you will scream, louder than the loudest of your victims, and, just like them, no help will come to you.

Now bitch, I want you to know what death tastes like.