Description: I just... do... not... know. Just kinda wrote it, not sure why. Hating someone is easier on paper, I hate to admit this is about someone in particular.. But it might be.. I guess it is, lol. Woowoo. Yup
Wild with rage, you drive me to kill.
I'll slaughter you at your own will.
Speak when you're ready, I'll patiently wait.
Let the soothing feel of blade on your skin sedate.
Calm your thoughts and lose your mind.
I'll cut you open and see what I can find.
Perhaps some spite, a little greed.
Selfishness and hatred spill out as you bleed.
I'll bind your hands and feet, you asked for this.
Slice at your face and slit your wrists.
Pop out each eye, and insert mirrors.
To watch myself kill you, as you writhe in fear.
How I yearn to see you in pain, crying to be saved.
I'll drown you in your own deep grave.
Along with memories of us that coldly burn.
You know all this torture you did earn.
I'll rejoice when you're dead, and burn your corpse.
Forever and never will I feel any remorse.
I'll sweep up your soul when I'm done,
Throw it out with the ashes, knowing I've won.
if murder could be beautiful, well, this would be it. it was great, wrote with a lot of passion, and someone once said--which i believe--that we are all capable of great things, and we are all capable of murder...most of the people in prison are there for their worse day. and, i think that's true. it takes a strong person to actually admit to those emotions...most of us hide them, i think. ok, sorry, i tend to be verbose. conclusion: two thumbs up!