By Damien Knight

This is the thanks I get
It makes me sick with regret
I saved you from my fate
And all you do is hate
You disgust me you worm
In hell you will burn
As my anger burns now
One day somehow
I’ll bury you in my sorrow
For now, your time is borrowed
For when you feel my pain
It will drive you insane
And nothing you’ll have left
Only your regret

Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon