The Wrong Words
Rain water washes over you; burying you in icy-crystal drops of water. And you know that it's just the kind of coffin you deserve. Icy and cruel. But if someone – anyone – were to bury your pathetic ass it would be an act of mercy, an act of love, and that's the last thing you want. You don't deserve mercy, love. Because --
"I hate stupid women." --
Because you said the wrong words – stood proud and tall and screwed her love into a piece of trash that wasn't even worthy to rot in the disgusting filth withering away in the dumpster. Yet that's exactly what you're going to do. You will wither away in the disgusting filth of Hell because no one in this world or the next can bring your worthless soul to the justice it deserves.
(And what you should have said is so, so obvious that you can't help but wish for a second chance.)