Rage

[morrigirl]

I hate you.

I want to start at your hair line and slowly peel the skin off your face.

I want to saw off your leg with a sharp piece of twine.

I want to see you suffering, I want you in a state of perpetual limbo.

I want you hanging on the line the way I have been this last month.

I want your balls bronzed and placed on my mantal.

I want to pull your hair out one strand at a time.

I want you nicked and cut, and unable to recover.

I want you underwater.

Sink boy. Sink.