Crush me. Crush me if you think
you can.
Take my throat and throttle, take
my hand and squeeze, take
my shoulders in your grasp
or my heart.
Take it in your clasping palms;
Make a major motor movement
                                      just for me.
Pleasure. Pleasure I will take from your cruelty,
from your merciless actions,
for you can no longer hide your true nature.
Because then we'll know, not just me
We'll all know
That you're a tyrant. That you're a bully.
That you're a monster.
Injust, incapable and irredeemable.
And after it all?
I almost pity your misery, as I did before,
I almost pity your pathetic existence.
Funny that.
I almost pity your hopeless, helplessness
But it doesn't matter
So long as you can hurt no more no more

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Good Luck.