I want you to know the thoughts
My mind contains
I want you to feel the rage
Pulse through my veins
These wounds, like a catalog of flaws
Serve to remind me of all the pain I've caused
I want to see the tears
Fill up your eyes
I want to see you beg
And apologize
I want you to know the depths
Of my disgust
I want you to learn
The emptiness of trust
I want you to rue the day
That you were born
I want you to feel the fury
Of my storm
I want my silence to keep
You up at night
I want you to know the hatred
You incite
I want you to sit and listen
To me scathe
I want to dance upon your
Sorry grave.