You Can Be Pretty

You just sit there on the other side of the table, gritting your teeth  
I can’t stand the sound you make, it makes me so angry  
You hit the table, beat your head on the fridge for effect  
I can provide you with no emotions to such actions asshole  
Yes that’s what you are, a fucking asshole. A bitch.  
You know I sit here and smile at the image of you in pain.  
First I’d sit you here and let you eat a bowl of prune pudding  
I’d mix some Mirilax for effect. Make it interesting and wild.  
My dreams includes nailing your hands to the table  
Flaying every part of your skin off except for your fingers  
Collecting your blood as it drains down to the floors  
Now I know how to make you pretty, you ugly twat  
I’ll cut open your finger tips and graph flowers there  
I can cut and tie up your muscles into a pretty bow  
Now since you won’t have a face, I won’t see you frowning  
That new smile of yours will show those pearly whites  
I want to see if I can plant Chia seeds in your head  
I think that would look so very nice and green and lush  
I’ll cut your tindens and make you into a living puppet  
Lastly, I’d take out your worst eyeball, put it in your mouth and sew it shut.
You can watch me with your good eye as I eat your favorite meal.
I’m sure you won’t fight after all of this pain endured
As Id take the nails from your hands, make you dance  
DANCE for me so that I can see you as a pretty human  
You’re so ugly that you’d only be good for an art project  
That’s how I’d change you for the better, to be useful  
I’d show you can be pretty if you let me help you try....
Years later I stand in the dirt of his grave,
Sad that I never got my vengeance