The false premesis of you words,

burn deep within me.

Your picturesque promises

of love, happiness, and all in between,

screams 'BETRAYL!' in neon lights.

Why didn't I heed the warning?

I looked to you for love and protection,

but you defiled me,

and threw those very words back into my face.

The boiling hatred I hold for you

burns hotter than the sun.

Even as I plot your demise,

it burns and scars my soul.

Death is the only answer.

But it is one not so easily attained.

For there is a certain wasy you must go,

to satisfy my wounds.

Your existance is salt to them.

If I am to heal,

then you cannot live.