A cold day in hell

It’ll be a cold day in hell when I let you get to me.

Your nothing more than a cynical, wore out, old, sick bastard with nothing left to give to this world but your rhetoric.

With your ” I care ” facade.

Yeah you care, about yourself.

Your time bomb is ticking and you dont know when it’s going to blow.

Better take your medicine.

Don’t ever plan on being in my life again.

You just proved to me that your not worth my time or my efforts.

Selfish fuck.

Why did I work so hard at being a part of YOUR life when all you are to me is a part of MY misery.

I would love to knock you down to size, but time will do that for me.

Leaving a hollow shell of what USED to be someone I cared about.

A shivering old pile of skin that fears it’s next cold might be the beginning of the priest reading you your last rite’s.

Not that a priest could save you from the hell you will endure for an eternity.

Like you ever thought you had a chance for heaven.

Reprobate.

Don’t ever ask me for any help with anything. ANYTHING.

Your bleeding to death?

Let me turn on the heat.

Your freezing to death?

I’ll get you ice cream.

Starving?

You can watch me eat.

I no longer want you in my life.

Your dead to me, and it will be a cold day in hell before you EVER get the chance to try and manipulate me again.

Your are no longer pulling the strings.

I am the fucking Puppet Master and your the marionette.

Enjoy my revenge.

It’s long and slow and I never forget.