You Hurt Me, You Die

How could you do this to me?
It rakes icy spikes of malice
through my veins. The very
thought. The audacity. The
absolute nerve.

You bastard. I'll make you pay
with your life. And may I ask,
where did you summon the
stones for such a thing? I want
to inject my anger deep into your
heart and drive you insane with
rage. And fear of what I'll do
to you. Riddle you with fears.

You spread burning rumours,
have you nothing better to do?
I could show you how it feels, but
I'm above that and have better
things to do than bitch. But I'd
love to watch your blood spill
from every major artery, like
a volcano. You're dying! I'll
scream. God I love this. I want
you dead. Done. Dust. Your
blood on my walls, your bones
making my furniture and your
organs in my freezer. Oh honey,
it's dinner time!