I am not homicidal
I am not psychotic
I am not sociopathic
I would never really kill you
I would never do the things I dream about oh-so-often
I know you have a family
I can dream and still be innocent
Right?
I dream of murder
Only yours
I dream of doing it slowly and painfully
I dream of slamming a bat over all the places you left bruises on her
I dream of cutting you as many times as I did to myself
I dream of filling you to the brim with the drugs you cherish so dearly
I dream of drowning you just as you drowned our screams out
I dream of Showing how well we’re doing while I beat your face in
Blood
And guts
And blood
And bruises
And blood
Though I would never
You scare me too much
You scare us too much
You hurt us too much
If I had the balls, means, and legal right?
Maybe.