I want to dip my hands into the depths of your black soul,
and wring out every little secret and lie you have been surpassing in.
I want to slowly scramble through every little ploy and scheme you had plotted to keep me in the dark.
Then I want to twist it,
and hear the screams of your agony.
I want to see your “innocent” little eyes begging for my forgiveness,
And I want to make you suffer the torment and misery that I have allowed you to make me endure.
But I won’t.

Because trust me, I would not even wish to inflict this kind of torture on my worst rival,
because what you put me through,
even the devil would get down on his knees and weep