Katie

That bitch killed it,
Though I cant say I did any better,
Yet as my ex love,
Goes on about fake forever,
I can’t help,
But fantasize,
On killing her… 

I bet she’s natural blond,
I bet she’s white,
I bet she’s a whore,
I bet she’s a beautiful sight...

But the dreams go on,
Of turning her purple hair,
A bloody red,
Slit that bitches,
Perfect neck,
Watch it spew,
For only a moment.
And I shall drink,
The finest wine:
Katie’s Blood,
Strait from,
Her bloody neckline. 

While her deceased body,
Pale, cold, and finally dead,
Lays upon,
A perfect white bed,
I decide what to do next.
And conclude,
To crack open her perfect head.

The axe is unusually heavy,
And I run my wrist over the blade.
Just to get that feeling,
Of me having a sweet killing parade.
I swing the axe back,
And let it fall onward,
Hitting that bitch’s skull,
And cracking it downward.
So with that kind of pressure,
Applied by yours truly,
It scattered into a million parts.
And the next victim,
Shall be her heart. 

I wont go into detail,
About the clean up I had.
It’s my fantasy,
So lets just say she has no head?
I know that my physics,
Also pretty much,
Have no meaning.
But hey who cares?
Just continue fuckin’ reading.

So time to go to her heart,
Oh so much I can do.
I can go classic,
Or I can go totally new.
But either way,
Gives me pure joy.
So I decide to play with her,
Like a little toy. 

I cut open her chest,
I’m assuming double D’s.
Whatever the size,
I’m sure they’re a lot bigger then me.
But either way,
Those sags of blubber,
Get destroyed in the process.
So already this kill,
Is a pure and total success. 

I finally reach her heart,
I dare not continue on how it looked,
But I slide my figures in,
And decide it shall be cooked.
So I rip it out slowly,
And imagine her screams,
Then would you believe it?
Jovan has come to help me. 

Now the story behind Jovan,
This sweet and sexy guy,
Died of leukemia,
In the most cruelest of time.
On the verge of my depression,
He had gone off and died.
So without him,
I lost my insane mind.
Lets touch up though,
On how this is my dream,
So he shall come back to life,
And come kill with me. 

His brown curled hair.
With beautiful blond streaks,
Moves a little,
As he rests upon one knee.
His little blue mist eyes,
Long for a small hug,
But we mustn’t stop,
Until this sin is all the way done.

He helps me start a fire,
And we put her heart in the pot,
Watch it boil for a while,
As we both get horny and hot.
But again that must wait.
We must put an end to this plot.
So we hold each other’s hand.
As her heart starts to rot. 

We both put spices,
And made a nice stew.
We put it all away.
And our sexual tensions grew.
But for now,
We know what we both must do.

He carried her dead body,
And I followed close behind,
He buried her,
And I made a small shrine.
“Here lies Katie *****,
A girl with purple hair,
Who’s job was a prostitute,
So send in a hell of a prayer,
For this bitch was with,
Steven ******,
A caring and loving guy,
But who cares about him,
Because now he’s all mine.” 

That night I will not say,
What Jovan and I did,
But it was pure love,
And beauty combined.
So the next morning,
We went to go and find,
The pot of stew and we knew,
It was finally time. 

He gave me a kiss,
So sweet and passionate,
I held him close,
And we both knew he’d be missed.
“I love you my sweet Dahlia.”
I nodded.
“I love you too Jovan.”
And after a moment,
I was left with,
A night black rose,
And no one will know,
How much this rose,
Can actually glow.

But forget about my own black heart,
I have this bitch’s heart in my stew,
So lets prance and skip,
And let me go into great detail of what I plan to do:

I plan to take this stew,
And feed it to my ex,
Mark it as a sorry present,
And let it be sent,
Attach a small pink card,
Written in special red ink.
“Dear Steven,
Please do have a drink.
Signed,
Dahlia and Jovan.
P.S.
She will never be forgotten.”
 
But in a blur of light,
I’m back in bed,
Katie’s alive,
Reality collapsed down on my head.
While my ex love called my name in dread.
“I have to go…” I insisted quickly.
“Why?”
“I have to talk to family.”
But lord knows it was a lie.
I hung up anyway,
For I wanted to write.
About how Katie,
Shall mysteriously die.