Just Another Diary

Loathing

If I could your rip your heart out of your soul and stab it over and over again,

If I could raze your thoughts to ashes,

If I could torment you with guilt till you collapsed cold and lifeless to the ground,

I would sweetheart, I would

If I could break you till the pieces could no longer mend,

If I could slice through that ego of yours making it rain blood,

If I could penetrate through every corrupt defense you have held up and destroy them,

If I could damage every possession that makes you proud,

I would baby, I surely would,

If I could kill every reason behind your smile,

If I could light your filthy words ablaze till they scorched in the flames,

If I could bind you to a bed of nails till every ounce of the deceitful life left you,

If I could torture you till the passionate flame of loathing in me died out,

I would, I swear on my life I would.