Crossing my mind like a bitter taste
You infiltrate the better workings of my thought process
Imbedding a sick idea
One that compels me to do things
Things no sane person would ever consider

Touching my skin like a slimy algae covered stick
You tempt me and beguile me
With sick twisted fantasies
Scenes where terribly gruesome acts accompany mixed feelings

Breathing on me like a fat gorilla
You disgustingly grasp and ***** my limbs
Making my stomach churn with bile
But you never see this


Your sick ideas
Your twisted fantasies
Your disgusting groping
All build a fire inside
Not one borne of passion
But born of loathing

Your actions have been dealt with
Your person thrown in the hell of all hells
Yet new ideas form
New fantasies form
As sick and twisted as ever
Each one with you as the center star

These have changed

You are the star

You are the spectacle

The spectacle strapped to the chair

The ****** beaten spectacle that begs for my mercy

As I deliver you blow for blow what you dealt me

All I can imagine
All I can fantasize
The only thing that keeps me alive
That keeps this heart beating



Is the delicious thought of you dead



Six feet below the ground


Cold and rotting with no one to miss you