A cowards death imagined.
When I think of my bullies
The only happy thought
Is their neck
Swinging on a rope
Blood slipping out their mouth
Begging for mercy
Wishing
They had given it
To me.
When I think of their neck swing
I think of their eyes terrified
Haunted
Then I smile.
Now
They know reapeating
Dire memories over and over.
Like I repeat the memories they gave to me.
Now they know how to plead.
Death please quick.
Like I did.