to the boy who thinks he can have whatever he wants,
and does not think about the girl(s) he hurts:
i will burn your fucking bridges down.
i will poison your waters and turn them to blood.
i will hang you from the highest tree
and i will castrate you.
forget your pitiless acts of TAKING CONTROL...
i will make you WISH TO GOD you knew this before.
i will kill you slowly as
i plague you with the sexual tendencies
of a knife inside you.
- CUT ONE. -
you cheated. FUCK YOU.
- CUT TWO. -
your body screams--
[dwelling place for the most painful demons of lust.]
- CUT THREE. -
i will cast you to the darkest of places.
(this place in hell is for you.)
and i will keep the flames burning
the most intense, sharp, hot as they can.
as you burn FOREVER in your infernal mistake.
you fucking pervert.
i hope you regret this.
Please tell me what you think
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wow! you must really detest players. you must care for the opposite gender. i hate players. and would love to kill them as much as you. but i don't think anyone else could summon that degree of emotion. i'm surprised that it didn't burn the screen when it was written. excellent poem!
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Okay.
The vibe I got from this was much less cheating boyfriend and much more rapist. I love the anger and the description for sure, I how ever would like to point out that 'i' should be a capital 'I'. Sorry, it is simply a pet peeve of mine.
Anyways back to the piece at hand:
"you fucking pervert.
i hope you regret this."
Nothing could have ended this better, nothing.
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