Do it. 

It is not fair to refuse your guilt, 

And equally not fair to leave it hanging forever. 

Finish it. 

Twist the knife. 

You stuck it there, 

Now finish what you started, chicken shit. 

Silence is naught but cowardice. 

Take it back or sever the spine, 

Admit the truth or finish the murder you began.

Face things as an adult or stay a child and kill. 

It’s the only other way to silence lies you won’t admit. 

You started it, the fraudulence. 

If you’re so superior, then finish what you started. 

Pay your debt and finish it or pull the trigger and finish it. 

You never could have handled him anyway. 

You fear being near him because you can’t handle real. 

You hate what you won’t let yourself have. 

But mindless, fake, crude, and dickless is more your speed anyway. 

You can’t handle love so you take bullshit, 

Accept lies. You’re immersed in them. 

Give up passion for possession. 

But you do you, 

But finish it. 

Twist the knife or find your soul. 

Otherwise you choose purgatory for both.