Death of a Wretch

 

I gathered every stone you threw
and built a road away from you,
every promise that you broke
and every lie that you spoke,
your world revolved around yourself
I had no interest in your wealth,
all you spoke about was you
and most of it was never true,
your monologues became a chore
your anecdotes they quickly bored,
but I was caught inside your web
each phoney tear that you shed,
it was me that was so cruel
but I was only being your fool,
it took a while to slip your grasp
manipulators they hold fast,
now I’ve joined the growing ranks
of the escaped and I give thanks.
now here among these ornate stones
where so many now call home
mother earth has her last say
the dirt cares not what role you played,
your tombstone carved by your own hand
each selfish act you slyly planned
each bitter word that left your lips
each poisoned cup from which you sipped,
deep beneath the cold black ground
where broken bones and worms are found
no one cries and no one cares
and no love tokens will you wear,
now your rotten heart has failed
and life leaves on your last exhale
the plaintive sound of your final breath
echoes within the halls of death