Retaliation
With murder in my head it’s a lot easier to look at you now that I have new ways to rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to the needy. They won’t complain. I want you slain. Certain people are truly a waste of breath, but don’t tell God I said that. His creations are worthy, but she’s questionable. I can stomp you out like they did me in 6th grade and I wouldn’t shed a tear. I can use my hands to pummel you into a lifeless shitbag with no fear. Oh dear, you’ve impacted me. Less concerned with putting a bullet in your head. More concerned about letting go and being free.
