I'm Going To Kill You

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to rip your heart out.Mince it into little animal shapes,immerse the extricated parts into the slime of your frothing pain.Burn your insinuations to charcoal.

Break your head open.Fork out the grey matter and flatten your convulations with the back of my blunt shovel.

I'm going to cut open your pretty veins and juice out the superior blood from you.And then I'm going to adjust the varied insertions to make you prettier.

I'm going to poke your left eye out and leave it hanging from the socket-until the massacred white of your eye makes your vision like that of a wandering,incessantly raped concubine's.

I'm going to shave your hair off.Graphiti-in technicolour - ah the nakedness of your skull in place of your moderately nice hair.

I'm going to clip your whole nails out.Butcher every inch of your body.

I'm going to castrate you. And more.

I'm going to leave you lying there on the dainty marble floor.

I'm going to fuckin kill you.

And then.I'm going to give you life.




-Sriya Coomer

17th March..10:09 PM.