Death to a mate of which he is no longer.
A hate has awakened in me from it's slumber.
These feelings no one can ever sedate.
I want to hurt him or put an end to his fate.
If he apologizes it is far to late.
Even for friendships gone two years straight.
In my world this traitor no longer exists.
I threw his soul in the eternal abyss.
His pitiful existence I shall not miss.
To never have known him would have been bliss.
I should have left him to rot through the ages.
But now he's written in my history's pages.
