You and your new fangled life
Has sent me up a certain creek
Without a paddle, you know.
What will happen when
I am breached upon the shore,
No chance of survival?
I know you don't plan on being there
To help me, I know you plan on being there
To savor the sweetness of revenge.
You plant revenge,
Like a seed.
You grow revenge in crops
And you say you've never harmed a soul,
But you say you've harmed me,
So that means I have no soul.
You have no nothing,
For you are only nothing and
The more I entertain the notion
Of you being anything,
I realize how brain-dead I must be
To take any of your words into account.