Nihilium

I've been pissed before.
Broke my fucking fingers,
Bruised my arms,
And screamed at the top of my lungs.
My pure,
Unadulterated rage comes out.
With one memory,
Slowly revealing others.
The audacity of one man,
One would be brother,
Of the love of my life.
This asshole,
This pitiful excuse for a man,
Is nothing.
Nothing more than the piece of shit
That deserves to be beaten down
And fucking tortured for his crime.
Rape is something you never recover from.
And now that those memories come back,
They haunt her dreams,
Her everyday life,
And the way she views life.
...
I'll gut him,
Like the pig he is.
Snap his neck,
Break his bones,
Stab and cauterize the wound.
Cut off his dick and drown his broken body in a lake.
Make sure nobody finds him.
...
His existence is nothing,
His name I cannot find,
His decision boils the hell in my blood,
And the wrath that will consume my mind until he pays!
And I'll be the one to do it,
And so will she.
You do not fuck with my love,
Nor do you fuck my love!!!
This motherfucker will burn.
Along with every other "man" who thinks rape is okay.
...
I do not know his name,
I don't need to know.
All I need,
Is to make him what he truly is.
Nothing.
Nihilium.
Ingenting
Rien
Niente
Nada.
One word all the same,
One man caused me to go insane.
In the end...
He'll be in whatever hell you believe.
Just as long as he gets
What put him there in the first place.