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.