My survival has ceased to be dependent on your fickle, fascist regime. I am number one again now, no longer feel the need to be a part of your team. The tears dried on their own as you failed to appropriately feign support; I run freely now as my airplane has been released from death's arid airport. Tossed aside so you could explore other carnal desires, I was merely your whore. Your two-faced heart can beat for me no more, enjoy your latest conquest who seems to be such a bore. I am passion and he is solely lust, stick with him, and accept my curse; the guilt within will turn your love to rust. I can guarantee that your world will fade to black, once you realize that someone truly genuine is everything that you lack. Christened a killer but baptized a brat, your treacherous deeds will make you fall flat. The bloodred wine that flows through your veins, was frigid, ice cold as it tried to make me irrelevant, then certify me mundane. Unbeknownst to you, your attempts were in vain, for all you accomplished was the hatred, which now permanently resides within my brain. I may deserve your vengeance but I refuse to accept this, sealed with death's dire kiss, you are finally dismissed.