no ample amount of force fed
pills could make me love you
more or hate you less than the
emotions i have boiling over
right now.
they never seemed to change
your mind, just your attitude
so why shove them down your
throat; personal pleasure
at times it seems like the
anesthesiest has given in
and is tightly securing the
tubes with a cutthroat grip
[suffocate already]
it never was enough to see
you miserable, though it
seems watching you die without
a struggle seems to satisfy me
better than you ever could.
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