The devil is in the detail

I should have known better than to think anymore of this but my hopes were as high as an eagle soaring above but Infact it was a vulture in summer sky circling and waiting for me to die and pick the flesh off my decaying body, in the place I lay, because you killed me. You killed me and I should have struck first but I've hurt you for long enough and it's your turn to seek your revenge in the most sadistic way possible while you laugh over my beaten bloody corpse just the way you like it and just the way you meant it. The difference between the two of us is that I never meant to hurt you and hurting you killed me twice as much. I've died many deaths over you but I'm running out of lives. This seems more permanent. Real. My heart can't take much more.

I always knew you'd be the one to kill me.