Tomb

This chamber,
houses my final resting place.
Cast in stone,
wax,
tears,
and I hate yous'.
Carve in what you will,
make permanent,
all the things you wanted say.
I won't ever leave this prison,
so your words will finally,
define me.
I'm not here to defy you,
and I can no longer stop you,
from defilement of me.
Blame me for your anger,
tell me I was never enough,
I don't give a fuck anymore.
Just promise me one thing,
never again,
tell me you love me.
You're far too late,
far too distant,
for that to mean anything,
other than an insult.
All these years of your torment,
all the affliction to self,
wasted,
without a purpose,
other than sheer hatred.
Go away,
or stay,
I could give a fuck,
just stop the caring act,
and at a minimum,
admit your misconception of me...