A Killing Hatred

I hope my stare makes your body burn
Chains you up until you learn
That I mean business
My hatred isn’t to be confused with silliness
Let’s take this slow
So that you know
In future reference
That my height makes no difference
Let’s start with a round of tongue lashings
I hope it really stings
Let me bring you to your knees
As I verbally surround you with a thousand angry bees
Let them fill you with poison
Until I get with this  lesson
Let my feelings stab at you
Open you up
Just gotta make sure that the object is blunt
As I want you to feel my pain
Something that can only be compared to hell’s acidic rains
I’ll let your guard down by telling you I’m done, what a fib!
After that I’ll open up your chest and pull out every rib
And laugh as your guileful guts pool out on my hands
Oh the thought is almost more than I can stand!
I’ll leisurely search throught the gorish pile
To find your heart, all blackened and vile
I’ll verbally torture and shred that miserable thing
Until I hear your pleading screams
And through it all I’ll make sure that your alert and that you’ll survive
Just so that you remember my face all the rest of the days that your alive