Known No More

Are you truly the only friend I’ve got?

You, who exiled me to destitution?

Now you’re alone. Now it’s your turn to rot.

Come here. It’s time for your execution.

//

But first, let’s make you what you made of me.

On the arms, one blow. Legs, another strike.

How does it feel to be forced on your knees?

Don’t tell me. I know well what it’s like.

//

Not so fun there on the receiving end?

Is this how you felt as the aggressor?

I didn’t think so. You’d never comprehend,

Never having been the poor one lesser.

//

You’re pathetically trembling at the core.

Isn’t this pain exactly what you asked for?