Three Fingers

I left behind the last little glimmer of my eye – left it inside of you.
I hope it didn’t fall out
while you bled out on the floor..

You know what they say –
if set free, but doesn’t return to you
it wasn’t freaking yours
to begin with.

I don’t want it back though.
I’d rather spit in your face,
piss on your grave..
if I had the time to.

But – I’ve got better
things to do
than to piss around with
something of the likes of you.

You don’t deserve to live,
you never did.
You just got lucky – I missed