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