to watch you writh in pain
would make my heart glad
to hear your terror would
soothe my emotionally sick soul
to scar your face with shame
would comfort me to no end

i hate you as i love my own soul
so close are the two i begin
to hate myself and love you

to make you bow to my love so
deep for those you hurt
would avenge their pain
to melt your skin and cover
you in salt would make me smile

i do not wish upon you death
but a conscience like a real man should own
and then
you would be defeated

written & copyrighted 1997 by: Fancy