Incredible, Unforgiving Anger

She angers me with no remorse No more metophors or synonoms I will crison her throat with my hands Then bless the floor with her blood But the penetration won't be deep enough to kill instantly No...she wil suffer as i had With wood pannelling her hands will disappear With lead pipes an entry in her thighs The scars if she were left breathing Too great for anybody to carry Her fall down the stairs due to severred achilies Much too humorous and will bring me to tears For all her assails upon my ego and reputation And for all her lies and cheats as a whore I will give nothing but impunity of a greater kind If I had my way long ago I would have crushed her face in the door