Suicidal Children

I hope the suicidal children chew through your flesh like hungry wolfs
I look forward to when they rip and tear your skin to shreds
Until you no longer have an excuse to want me back
Each piece of you will loiter in their thousands of stomachs
And with each abdomen, your guilt will grow,
Burning you alive with acid justification
Your skin will rot off your skull
Your tears, uglier than your nonexistent body
I drink them and laugh at your exposure
Oh how I have waited for this moment to appear before me
With every betrayal and fabrication came a price to pay
Each and every time, it would slaughter me
Repeatedly ripping into old wounds
You get what you deserve
At the very least,
Your suffering does not go unnoticed
The suicidal children are thankful for the meal