What I think about you

Maybe sometimes I wish I could die,
Though most of the time I just picture you fry,
This so called "life and people who care."
I don't buy it, It's an illusion ,
They're not really there.

Sometimes I like to play silly games,
To get giggles,
But I have dirty thoughts,
That could make your insides wiggle.

I like fury things,kittens, and smores,
I also see blury things, wear mittens, and more.

Sometimes I sit in the dark,
And imagine nasty things,
Sometimes I play at the park,
( I go the highest on the swings,)

And everynight I go to bed,
Worried if the next morning,
I'd be dead,
But not to dread,
I will not die!

There's so much more drugs to try,
He he he, ha ha ha
De da de, tra le la da,

This is fun,
like my gun?

BANG! BANG! BANG!
Dang! I missed,

Ok, now your just making me really pissed,
Why don't you just take it like a man,
It's a simple demand,
Are you to blind to see this gun in my hand?

Now I'm tired of this, It's over, I'm through,
The only thing that I don't like,
Is a thing called you.