I don't care about the pain I have caused you* In my mind I am right for what I have done Your thoughts bring you back to the suffering and the fear Tearing your flesh was sweet to behold You are so weak, pathetic, fragile I wanted so much more misery But you would not allow You gave up too quickly This wasn't precious for you There was no fight in you I gave you the chances to see if you'd take them But feeble you lay crying instead Worthless and a waste of my time I am the artist, you are my tattered canvas Not worth the paint that has spilled I did enjoy your screams however The others before you fought back You could stand to learn from them You will see them soon Wherever they are, or have been I think of them often I will not waste thoughts on you If s going away Do you even realize I have given you The freedom you don't deserve