Double me
I want you to die. No one would see a tear dropping from my face if the big news of the day was you being crashed by a train. Actually, I want to be the one to kill you. I can figure myself getting into your room and sticking a knife deep inside your heart. I see it bleeding and your face getting pale and your breath going away. You’d ask me why, why would I let you die in such a horrible way… I can hear your annoying voice asking me to come back while I’m walking out, as if none of that was my fault, not feeling sorry at all. I hear you screaming for God, trying to believe He’s got the power to save you from death, ‘cause atheism is something that only exists until you catch yourself nearly dead. You’d howl louder than we used to do during our best sex. And I would just l eave you dying; as you once did to me. “Live and let die.” Suddenly you’ll be gone. Not only gone from my life as you already were before, but from yours. My desire for revenge will be gone too. The t...