There is a fine line

There is a fine line.

And he stepped over it,

With his disgusting hooves,

That insolent prick.

He shits better out of his mouth,

Talks better out of his ass,

Spits like a llama,

Smells worse than one.

I'm bitter.

So why the hell aren't you?

Why. Just why?

Why are you settling for him?

He's a rotting carcass.

You're a blooming red rose.

He's a filthy stain.

And somehow you were happy with it.

I'm not enough for you.

Nobody measures up to you.

But please,

I'm willing to give everything.

Neither he,

Nor the countless people I'd kill,

Not even my own flesh,

Will stand in the way of your happiness.

I need you.

You need me.

And if you won't get rid of him,

I WILL.