My Vendetta for YOU.

I look at you with despise and rage that boils from within.

I spit on the ground from which you stand.

You are nothing but filth.

You are nothing but a sack of horseshit.

You are nothing but a diminutive species that I consider lower than scum!

I vomit at the mention of your very name.

My acid stains the inside of my stomach when I see you everytime.

I don’t trust you.

I don’t respect you.

I don’t like you.

I fucking abhor you!

Your presence starts to give me that stench.

You know that smell of rotting insides of a carcass??

Yeah…that’s you!

Love is farther from my thoughts.

I could never love you again.

Revenge is what I want.

I have this fucking vendetta on you.

I want you to suffer.

Suffer more than I have ever felt.

Die a thousand deaths!

I would kill you if taking lives were legal.

I’d do the kind of ways of killing you slowly.

I’d use a scalpel.

To slice all over your body and just make an open wound.

I’d pour salt to every open wound that I’ve made.

I will let you scream with pain.

Endless and endless of pain.

I’ll cut your ears, ‘cut them with a very dull scissor.

I’ll hammer your knees till your kneecaps crack.

I’ll cut your fingers one by one but not touch the ring finger on the left.

But first, I’ll nail your hands palms down with a very rusty nail, then start crushing them with a hammer.

Your screams, oh your screams will be enticing to my ears.

That would really invigorate my thoughts to eradicate the wails and my asthma-causing cries in the middle of the night.

Ahh.. now your ring finger.

I will cut your ring finger.

Chop them little by little.

Melt the gold ring.

That symbol of Eternity, Love, Marriage and Trust.

For better or worse.

Till you die do we part.

Now the ring has melted.

I will mix it in the chopped ring finger and feed it to you.

I will burn your neck with a hot spoon, fresh from the blazing fire of a torch.

Touch your skin with it, especially those open wounds…

Do you feel the burn…?

Does it hurt?

I hope it does.

But there’s more.

But I’ll wait till you are conscious again…

My soul will rot but the Vendetta I have for you will always be there.

I love you with a revenge stuck like a dagger to my heart.

I’ll never forgive you.

Even in death I will stalk you.

You should have thought a thousand times before you had begun hurting me.

I don’t play….