Schadenfreude
The sickness, it bubbles
I stare the ceiling out
The rage, red, sticky and hot
Fire charred my insides black
Your face falls with a thud
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My heart jolts into life
A smile creeps beneath my scowl,
A sickly sweet delight
Copyright © Anon Omous | Year Posted 2014
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