The Demon In Me

The time has come for them to die. They shall feel the wrath of what they have done. They shall understand the full extent of pain. All the hurt and pain they have given will be sent back to them sevenfold. They all will die a horrid death, filled with both hate and pain. No more niceness lives in me it has been replaced with both hate and pain. This time around I will feel none of the pain, they will feel all my hurt, all my pain. I have been tortured for too long, now it's their turn. No more shall I bleed, no more shall I cry over this blood. No more slit wrists and bloody cuts of the skin. Those days are long and gone, now it's your turn. So run if you can, but you can never hide. Not from me I know where you like to hide. I no longer cry myself to sleep, now my dreams they are nightmares of your death. I am no longer the person you once knew, I have changed into something new. Something dark filled with only hate and rage. It has to stop, because in the end I will fail you belaya roza.