am i bad?

i remember every punch landed,

fight me, he demanded,

he was bigger than me,

he was like 6 foot 3,

made my life a living hell,

was never saved by the bell,

one day he pushed me too far,

gave me my last fucking scar,

i followed him back to his house,

i was quieter than a church mouse,

except those getting raped at least,

by the dirty fucking priest,

anyway, i followed him inside,

we fought and he tried,

knocking him out i undressed and got ready,

he woke up his breathing unsteady,

as he looked with fear,

as i walked near,

drill in my hand,

and a gleam in my eye,

leaned in and whispered,

tonight your world dies,

muffled screams and shouts,

echo though his empty house,

i laugh as he struggles,

and shout, whats wrong? you want a cuddle?

theres a mirror direct in front,

to show him hes a cunt,

for this moment ive been waiting so long,

nothing will go wrong,

shit lets turn on a song,

stereo up full blast,

i tell him hes fucked up my past,

i walk over to him with a broken bottle,

songs kicked into full throttle,

heavy metal chorus,

this time is just for us,

chair hes sat has not bottom,

his balls hang down,

sad sack like a clown,

i lay on the floor,

slice once and twice,

once fucking more,

the blood from his balls gush over my face,

hes screaming with pain and chairs jumping all over the place,

i wipe the blood down and into my lips,

poor fucks involuntarily sits and shits,

his gag soaked and dripping,

his blood im still sipping,

standing behind bottle in hand i thought id be kind,

carved my name into his back,

more screams as i stood on his departed sack,

stuart was all i carved, forever to remind,

i grab his face mirror so close his nose it does touch,

i cut one eye ball in half now he see twice as much,

but my final act,

and a great impact,

as i shoved to broken bottle,

up the asshole he once had,

blood gushed out and he passes out,

i walked out the house stopped and shout,

am i so bad?....................