You make windows into my mind
Then mine the misery you create
You highlight any faults you find
And turn my love into bitter hate
I loathe you and love you in kind
You make me cry then harvest the tears
I know they say that love is blind
But I felt the torments of the years
You’ve extracted my pain
For so little gain.
for your sadistic pleasure,
at your leisure.
But now I shake off your shackles
I revel in your coming demise
I am free from wolves and jackals
And no longer fooled by your disguise.
Wisdom comes finally, at last,
And frees me from my captive past.
And though the hour’s far too late,
Time will extricate me from your hate.
While you took pleasure from my pain.
Ultimately it was all in vain
For I have reclaimed control
And regained my enslaved soul.
While you begin your last descent
Into Hell’s flames eternal torment.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/September/2018