You voice makes me sick, and all you do is nag. Maybe I should decapitate you, and put your head in a garbage bag. I have had bad dreams, of driving you over with a car. Some may say that, is going a little to far. Darkness is all you bring, when I think of you. Shoot you in the head, then grind you up into some glue. Sick in the head , that I may just be. Maybe I should get a rope, and hang you for a tree. Sometimes I hate myself, just as much as I do you. Then is when I think, maybe I can kill myself too. Take only two bullets, you think I don't have the nerve. We all are going to die, because sometimes that`s what we deserve. I look in the mirror, you is all that I see. So afraid of what, it is you have become to be. Monster,Terror,Gore, and Horror... why is it you have come my way. I just want you to go inside, stay away forever and a day.
