Betrayal

Julius Caesar was stabbed multiple times,
By the people whom he trusted so much.
His last words 'Et tu, Brute' as he fell,
Into a ruby pool of blood.

As I was Caesar,
And you Brutus.
Whom I so freely opened my heart to,
Only to have it torn to pieces.

Your words are lies,
Like pure venom which drips from a serpent's fangs.
I drank them all in,
Like sweet nectar, till the end.

We could never be,
How we used to be.
And I hope you would understand,
Who your true friend is.

A Gift for the SOB

饮水思源，尊师重道。

I will remember my source of unhappiness.

And you sure have my respect for being able to survive well just by being the a-hole that you are.



Do you actually expected me to be grateful to you?
Bid you farewell and give you my best wishes on the last day?
Search your conscience and you will realise that you deserve nothing but flower wreaths and empty coffins.

Bring my joy with you on your way to Hell.
Comfort yourself with my peals of laughter as you burn.
Amen.