One day more I pass through my door
and am reminded of all the pain you have caused.
How you were the fire that scorched
even my smallest achievements to ashes
and then would add alcohol to the flame and watch it
burn, burn, burn.
I have not thought of you in months, mind you.
(In fact, I seldom do.)
And it has been a very enjoyable thing:
To not have somebody pushing you down until
you can no longer breathe, and feel that nothing will
ever be the same.
Which it won’t, obviously, but is that a bad thing?
To know that I will never reacquaint that realm?
Your followers look at me with bewildered eyes
as they judge my departure with the harshest of conclusions --
Of course, you did nothing to set them straight.
You need them to think that you are not who you are,
because what you are is quite a terrible sight.
You are a nightmare and demon that haunted my worst dreams --
But surely day surpasses night.
Our history is penned on my innermost heart,
and though only we will know our true story --
I escaped your dungeon where you left me to anguish
and, as you can see, went on to much more important things.
But what has become of you, monster?
Where does this day leave you, slime?
Shall I feign a smile and await your answer?
No, I have newer paths to forge.
But whenever I am faced with a troublesome day,
and whenever I think I’ve taken on too much,
This, dear beast, I can honestly say with truth and no remorse.
I am glad I have known you, simply for this:
It's easier to plow through the days,
knowing I have defeating you on my resume.
