Not sure what I can say to you.
There has only been one monster in my life I have met that was worse than you.
On departure from your horror I sit alone in darkness yet somehow free.
For it seems once again karma has redeemed me. Princess syndrome, brute narcissist born with a silver spoon shoved up your arse…
Your hatred huge - your love? Sparse..
Beneath a compassionate state,
where the hellish gyrate in their infinite madness I throw logs to your fire and worms to your plate…