You schooled me well in
calculated evil.
There you sit,
cheshire smile on your face-
Expecting me to embrace,
and rejoice
in the fallen angel
I've become.
How repulsively amusing
it must be for you
to walk blissfully away,
return to your self-made
fantasy life,
knowing damn well I'll have
to use those very
implements of deceit
and tools of self-torture
to tread water
in my puddle of remorse.
You delightfully abandon me
to continue the sickening facade.
I hope you choke on your laughter
while you watch me
frantically try to prevent
myself from looking like the devil,
when it is YOU who
committed the sin.
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