Bitch
Wake up each morning feeling pissed
At times I want to slash my wrists
But the way you smile and laugh and gloat
I really want to cut your throat
Your words flow, my patience runneth over
I'll live to see you cringe and cower
Laugh in glee as the knife parts flesh
Your stomach oozing viscous mess
Rape you with a dripping blade
Vengeful sculpture I have made
Cries of pain as I slice and scrape
Rending flesh while I masturbate