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I could do it but I won't,

I have made big plans.

It's just a game, a pathetic one,

Although it seems bold, it isn't.

Sometimes I'm scared that

The owerwhelming joy defeats me.

What happens if the horrors

I'm filled with break loose?

What if on a silent night

I would burn your house down?

It would kill you and your loved ones.

You would all die together.

But first, I would take a closer look

At your room, and I'd sit there for hours.

I'd memorize where your bed is.

I'd say goodbye to the walls.

Then, I'd walk around in the house,

Cause I'm courious what would you do

When the fire would spread and

The flames would corner you.

You will burn. Even if you

Would find your way out,

Screaming, running like hell,

Eventually, you'd turn to ashes.

I stand still, watching

The smoke on the wall,

It dresses your house in

Black veil of mourning.

As the collapsing ruins

Of your house trap you.

The misery that tortured me

Becomes yours now.

It should be so. But nothing's going to happen.

The hell that awaits you wouldn't satisfy me.

Like the remains of your house,

I'm burned out and empty.

I never loved you at all.

You aren't worth playing with.

Sleep, drink, eat, do whatever you want

And even if you understand - don't be afraid.