Strange as Angels

You're just like a dream, yeah. You were never real.

You called my bluff, and now I have everything you refused to give me. You drained me dry, and I became so light that I flew away.

I hope you're happy that I'm happy. If I were weaker, I don't know if I would have survived your selfishness. I hope you are not too weak to survive your own.

You know me. I do not prescribe to apologies, or pity. I am not sorry. I do not fail. Force and fire are of me.

I choose to live.

I liked you, and you had the upper ground. I begged you not to make me suffer for it, and you spit on me.

Thorns have choked out the flowers that once grew from the dewdrops.

My flea bite scars are almost healed. My teeth don't hurt. I don't need to drink or use. My oven burns are getting lighter. I breathe clean air. I drink from my own well. I cook fresh, beautiful meals. I made love more in the last two weeks than I have in the last two years. I sleep like a baby every night on clean linens, with clean skin.

My conscience is clean, and I wash myself of you and your iniquities.

Goodbye.