Murderous

To hate her to the very core,
Would be an understatement.
You wish that you could snap her neck
And leave her on the pavement.

To want to drag her by her hair
And grant her waiting death wish
But end it all up way too quick
Would just be plain 'ol selfish.

So tie her up from head to toe
And throw her in the corner.
Then walk away to fetch the knife
And wave it just before her.

You hold her head up,place the knife
At her neck's tender bow.
With hungry eyes,you drag the blade
Before your mental "Go."

The instant tears of crimson blood
Just partly fed your hunger.
The giddy shaking of your hand
Requested the feast to go longer.

For hours,you heard her mount her cries,
For minutes,the blood had bled.
When you were ready for the final course,
Oh,you ate,and had her dead.

The feast "did it all" for you,
It soothed your aching brain.
Your mind just one day  hopes to cope
That you are very much,insane.