poem

so sitting here
biding time
until i drive in the ax
i step on your back and push it
deeper into you
and then i take it out and kiss you and wipe wounds
jus to drive in the blade
and this time i willl twist
and you will feel it all and I will feel it some
watching you, breaking me, reaching and choking me
and I cry and it burns but what must be one is what must be done!
this is the end of the story
nevermore will our heads touch and thoughts connect
I am killing you from here
be gone