The Green Leaves - Ophidian II

I've been contemplating this for an extended period of time.

My life almost entirely devoured, plotting my escape from you.
I put a hole in the ground.
I buried you in it.
The terrible acts you committed, surely now you regret them.

I put a hole in the ground.

I made a hole far too glamorous for you.
My animosity seen through, but now I'm confused.

As to why you're still in my head.
Why I still see your face when I close my eyes.

Why?

The world has since been ridden of every trace of your existence.
The life-sucking aura remains, dragging me down.

Why are you still draining the air from the rooms that I enter?
Do you not think I need to breathe anymore?
Hell is the only proper place for rest, and surely you've landed in the center.

The center of hell.

If you'd be kind for once, save me a spot.

The thought of you is an itch that simply refuses to go away.
There is only exposed flesh where my skin used to be, a vain effort to escape the constant brushing of your scales.

I've found myself alone, calling your name but received no response.
I've sat in the rain for hours, an endless attempt to wash you off of me, hoping that the lightning would strike me and put an end to this pathetic fucking lamenting but I couldn't possibly be that lucky.