Can you hear me, my hoarse, painful screaming?
Can you hear the wall and my fists so forcefully meeting?
Can you feel the pain, pain you so happily and willingly gave?
I hope you feel it until you are dead and rotting in your grave
I hope you die a thousand deaths, fall upon a thousand knives
And my hate will grow and from your horrifying pain will it derive
For I will give you my pain, and a thousandfold worse
And with this I leave you, with my dark, ominous curse.
