I’ve never truly celebrated this day
One day I will, by doing the dance of death on your grave
I will dance with glee and joy in my heart
Knowing that you have finally departed
He’s long since turned to ash and been returned to the sea
While you live your life and get to walk free
Your freedom disgusts, and infuriates me
My love awaits you in hell to torment you
Because the last time we met I told him the truth
Part of me hopes the last thing you hear is me whispering his name in your ear
While playing the songs of my angel, inciting your deepest fears
The only things you gave me were disorders, complexes, lies and pain
broken promises, trust issues, and nightmares all for your gain
I hope that your past truly haunts you every waking moment, every sleepless night
Every time you dare to close your eyes
I hope you die alone, tired and sad
Because you were never a fucking dad
If only patricide were not a crime
But it is so I bide my time
Death comes for all, But he won’t take me
Until I am avenged, So mote it be
© Missi The Broken Doll 2021



