Only Yours


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 


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 



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? 


  • Author: ABAZ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2022 21:16
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 20
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