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Mindless, that's what you are

What you did used not one piece

Of that magnificent brain of yours

And even less of your heart

If only you'd come to me

Something useful

Could have been concocted

From the stews of both our minds

So alike

Except, obviously, in this one way

Now look at you

Curled up and weeping like a baby

Wretched and destitute

I gave you everything

You used that

And even things I did not give you

Things you claimed as your own

Do you realize what could have happened?

Are you aware of the life that could have been toppled?

Did you even ponder the possibilities of your idiocy?

Has the anguish you've put people through

tickled even a mote of conscience in that sad, sick

troubled film you call a soul?

Do you realize the inadequacy of the words "I'm sorry"?

Suffer your worthless albums of failed honor for the rest of your days

Suffer and burn in the hell you've wrapped around

yourself



Enough. That's enough.



Betrayal is an interesting mouthful of ashes.