Poison Cupcake
Today was a battle,
Yesterday a fight.
Tomorrow will be another...
Reminder of this war.
You’ve taken my youth,
Poured poison into my future;
But I have the antidote,
And I’m going to use it.
You can accuse me,
Abuse me,
You can even kill me;
But, I won’t lay down.
I won’t stop screaming,
I won’t let you win
All these battles you’ve initiated.
I am the victor.
The one who always triumphs.
You are a pathetic amateur.
I am the knife,
You are the heart.
I am the fire,
You are the bark.
I won’t give in,
I’ll only grow stronger.
Soon I’ll be someone you fear,
Maybe someone you ponder.
So enjoy these last few moments of blissful victory;
Because I’m bringing in my tanks,
I won’t stop until you’re history.
Bye-bye, little cupcake,
Have fun in hell.
And I’ll be here, erecting a podium
Of you when you fell.
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