confession i (I was going to kill her)

she had drugged up my fiance,
and molested her.
nasty dyke rapist

I had a plan:
I was going to make a visit to her house
(as I had a hundred times before)
(we were friendly)
(acquaintances)
I was going to knock her out
with my fist
or choke her out
tie her to a chair
feed her a ten strip of l.s.d.
wait till she woke
tell her: "this is going to hurt"
and when the drug started to kick in,
I'd start cutting her up with a knife
on her arms
legs
face
maybe stab her in her cunt
not any place that would kill her
until the drug peaked
watch her go insane and scream in pain
then slit her wrists
her throat
her femoral arteries
make her last minutes on earth
the worst pain and mental anguish she'd ever known
a moment in hell
knows eterntity in that single instant
acid coursing through her system
pain and blood gushing from the cuts
and just watch her fade away
I'd leave her there
I'd leave her home
and wait to be caught
to pay the judicial price for revenge
this is the way things are
(my dad talked me out of killing the girl)