Disturbed thoughts

Sitting there wanting to bash my husband in the head,

Oh how much fun if would be to watch him bleed on the bed.

Let me punch him in the face and knock him out,

That way I won’t have to listen to him scream and shout.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to teach me to use a gun,

Because knowing how I will have a little too much fun.

When he’s screaming and cursing I want to pull his hair,

I won’t feel sorry because I don’t really care.

I want to make a pan of brownies with a poisonous spider,

Or maybe I can cook it up and add it in a cup of cider.

Would love to cut your cold blooded heart out with a knife,

Maybe then you could be nicer and have a better life.

Open your eyes wide while I’m holding this pin,

You better not blink cause’ if you do I’m going to stab it in.

This is the most disturbing part,

I do love him with all of my heart.