Triumph

Hah! And all these years, you
thought you would be the one to emerge triumphant!
Hah! The glory is mine, all mine! I have
outlasted, outlived you, you worthless man!
After all your preening, your boasting,
your o’erweening arrogance, I am the one
who is left! I am the once to dance on your coffin,
spit on your grave! Gloat you would have, but I
am the one who shall gloat! The joy of this day shall
never dim, the pure and complete bliss this day
hath brought, shall never dim, shall ne’er be overshadowed!

But…but this has not happened yet.
No matter how loathed you are, you still
defy all hopes and live, continue to breathe.
Just hurry up and die, old man, for no one wants you!
You cause nothing but sorrow, pain, and hurt!
You should have been the one to lay cold and lifeless
on that damned bed, the one that no one arrived in time to save!
Not her… not her… she never deserved it.
Screw that crap about it “being her time” or
“being in a better place” or “now she doesn’t hurt anymore”.
That’s bullshit! It isn’t about that, it about your treatment
of her, of your utter lack of caring! Of the fact you
let her die! You let her die…

You should be dead. You will die, and
when that day comes, I will dance on your grave.
I will spit on your headstone. I will be triumphant… not you.