On Your Knees
Would it disturb you to know
That I am infinitely pleased
To dream of you dead, buried, hurting
On bent and bloodied knees.
Each and every day
A thousand pictures fly
Through my mind and through my heart
I see you daily Die.
Anger, pain, torment
Regret that can't be eased
Again I see you weakened
On bent and bloodied knees.
Your goal, so I heard
Was just to make me pay
And the heartache that I feel
Grows stronger by the day.
But I keep it all in check
Emotions tightly reined
Karma's got my back
There's nothing that you've gained.
All you do, say, feel and think
I hereby do decree
Your future forever be spent
On bent and bloodied knees.
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