Colleen

Oh the horrors you will endure.
You festering, fussy whore.
Hell has hexed upon you.
I will slaughter you ruthlessly.
This broken glass,
Will replace your eyes,
Your throat,
Will replace your uterus.
How my blade  will enjoy to cut out your tongue
Oh the bliss of trading your blood with your piss.
These lacerations across your chest,
Is certainly how
You look your best.
As you vomit stools
And you're hoisted In mid air,
By your hair,
This is your retribution.
You will see the true face of fear in my eyes.
I'll make sure your breathing,
When I tear out your heart still beating.
I would love to see the life leave your eyes.
This is the purest strain of hate.
I've generated an arsenal  of anesthetic tools,
To tear you apart like a pro.
I hope you rot in hell.