Right Now.

I am asking myself an impossible question and that is...
Do I honestly care what happens to you?
Right now,
This second,
This minute,
This day,
This month,
This year?
Do I care?
Am I really going to waste one bit of thought on you?
Too late,
I already did.
Do I care?
Right now, I don't.
Right now I would rather see someone digging your grave,
than see your pathetic words....
Written across this screen.
I'd rather know you are dead.
Knowing that you are NOT coming back.
Knowing that you are burning in hell...
Getting what you deserve.
I'd rather know that than
know that your stone heart is beating,
knowing that your black lungs are breathin.
I'd rather you be breaking.
And I know you are.
Oh, I can see it.
I can see you struggle with every step you take.
That you struggle with every heart you break.
I can see it.
And I can feel your lungs about to burst.
I hope they do...

I hope they do.
Face it, darling.
I Hope You Choke.

-D&A(exAliceEx)<3