Here I am.
I'm so happy I burned that bridge.
I'm just not as happy,
because you weren't on it.
I want to watch you burn.
It's a shame hell has no streaming,
because then I can't watch you from up here.
Burning and rotting in hell,
like you deserve.
Sometimes I harbor feelings for you,
but then I remember who you really are,
so I keep mentally
slitting your throat.