• I hate you,
    Always have and always will,
    I should make you,
    My first and final kill.

    Oh but that's against the law,
    Imagine how much trouble I'd be in if someone saw.

    So I'll suffocate you with words,
    And make you choke and cough 'til it hurts.

    Until your pathetic heart can't take anymore,
    'Til you trip and fall to your knees,
    I will not mourn,
    Or show mercy.

    Now I'll calm the voices in my head,
    But, oh how I wish you were dead...