Imagine This

Imagine this. I belong in a cage. Imagine this. I’ve escaped. Imagine this. You’re to blame. Imagine this. I know your name. Imagine this. I live to kill you. Imagine this. I crave to still you. To leave your body on the ground, Bloody, destroyed, disemboweled. Imagine this. It will be slow. Imagine this. Blood will flow. Imagine this. If you can Imagine this. Your head in a pan. Your organs, bones, fluids and glands, You’re staring at them, in your hands. Imagine this. When your vision fades. Imagine this. The snick of my blades When away from this world you bade, Serrated, rusty, home-made. Imagine this. I belong in a cage. Where what kept us alive Was our fueling rage, Where you died vision went hazy. Wouldn’t you too go crazy? With psychopaths, schizophrans, Where the taste of blood was like the back of your hand. Where I happily stacked bodies in a circular henge. Now imagine this. I want my revenge.