Little Poem Of Hate

Shoot me in the head

and watch me bleed outside.

Cut open my skull

where the evil men reside.

Hunt me down and kill me

a little at a time.

Cause anything is better

than the pain I feel inside.

"Play around in my blood"

until you are sated.

Crush me with your hand,

as if it were fated.

And inside my head,

I'll write this little poem of hate,

with all the feeling I can muster,

as if it were so great.

Kill me with a thought

to silence my screaming.

And I'll prove to you there's no way

to stop my eternal sobbing.