Bravo,
allow me to clap
for your way of hurting
my feelings.
Bravo,
I repeat to you again,
for your fake and infamous oaths.
All
that which I gave to you
in our intimity
so beautiful.
Who would have told me that you would have to turn it into suffering?
I hate you so much,
that even I scare myself
of my way of hating.
I wish
that after you die
there would be no place for you.
And hell
is heaven compared to your soul.
And God forgive me
for wishing that not even dead
you may rest.
I hate you so much,
that even I scare myself
of my way of hating.
I wish
that after you die
there would be no place for you.
And hell
is heaven compared to your soul.
And God forgive me
for wishing that not even dead,
not even dead you may rest.
Bravo,
allow me to clap
for your way of hurting
my feelings.