How Much I Want To Kill You

Bitch you broke me,
and now blood is all I see,
your nightmare, my fantasy,
my sick and twisted dreams,
of everything I'd do,
if I could get my hands on you,
wrap my fingers 'round your neck,
and laugh as you hit the deck,
I'll carve his name into your skin,
that way you won't forget him,
when you're dead and buried, in your grave,
you'll forget about the smack you crave,
as you beg me to stay alive,
but I know you won't survive,
I'll nail you to a post like you're holy,
then cut you into pieces, slowly,
I'll cook you over an open fire,
in the hope your burning flesh will get me higher,
and as each piece of you dies,
I'll watch the life drain out of your eyes,
you won't believe how much I want to kill you,
I promise you.........I do.