“Epitaph”

I do still keep the daggers that you penned
the ones that stabbed my heart to bloody death
Vindictiveness is really not my wont
to moist the grave of you who hurt me most
I’ll dig the blade from deep within my chest
and jump for joy that you’re no longer here
to ply your trade in evil savage lines
But will you toss and turn at all the pain
you caused before you bit the fucking dust?
Tomorrow I will live to write again
while you must dream of climbing in your sleep
I’ll write of pleasant things I have to come
No sharpened blades of hatred left to wield
I dedicate these daggers now to you.

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