I hope everyday you get to live your chest burns from the pain you caused me. I hope when you grasp for air it hurts. I hope you see my face and hear the music of my voice but can't exactly make out what I'm saying. I hope when you finally catch your breath you realize it is too late and that it was your last. That the life you took from me has been vindicated. Now everyone is saying bye to your ass. I hope you see the changes I once wished to see, I don't no longer need your hospitality. Love has packed up and gone and I am so glad you took your last breath all the while you thinking that you abandoned me. Leaving your veins poisoned like Flint Michigan with no clarity.