Such a canard, you think you’re winning a demented game, 

But you’ve yet to see that you’ve lost it forever. 

You may have been conniving and convincing and cost him greatly, 

But you’ve cost yourself the most in the end. 

You think you’ve won with your silence, 

With your refusal of guilt, your condescending superiority, 

But you fail to see that you’ve done everything he wanted. 

He knows you better than you know yourself, 

And you hate him most for being right, 

And yourself for rejecting the best thing for you. 

But now you’ll show him, taking another deranged one,

Sell your body and your soul to a man in a blatant mask, 

Another manipulating sack of shit, who will not be who you thought, 

Pretending to be happy to spite him, with one you do not even know.

And that is where you have lost everything, 

For that is where he wanted you to go. 

You see, what you think is your escape is, in reality, your punishment, 

And you have chosen it for yourself, chosen the ultimate lie, 

Just to stick it to him, 

Just as he said you would. 

You are a fool, and a doormat for shady skeeves who play you. 

And the more he warns you of it, he knows the more you will pursue it, 

To spite him. 

You’ve lost the game you chose to play in every way. 

Oh the beauty of it.