Walking Over My Grave


You can see

How you pain

Me, but still

You do it.

Get some kind

Of devious pleasure

From my personal

Agony. Slowly you

Have killed me

and whatever remained

Of my confidence.

Left my heart

In tattered shreds,

A fragile state

Of what they

Used to be.

So finish me

Off. Think of

A suitable punishment

for doing nothing

wrong, you are

good at doing

That. Once it

Is all over

You can walk

Over my grave.

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