Gripping cliches

Gripping cliches,
Do I know her,
Mistakes in replays,
She multiplies.

A profane love so great,
Is insane,
She took the bait,
I knew she would.

A beaten grasp,
She crushed my hand,
And my escape went fast,
She tortured my hope.

It cant be stressed harder with words,
Than with violence now,
Letting the rat go is absurd,
Diseases must be cured.

On death row,
In my eyes,
Shes not allowed to go,
I hate her,her I despise.

I hate her,f**k my birth,
Noone even knows I live,
What the hell is of my worth,
F**k me from the inside.

Ill kill her,
Ill kill her,
My soul is dead,
There are no tears and I dont give a s**t.

Cliches in her fist,
Hit me again,
I am the only one on the list,
For her army of men.

I thought I asked to be saved,
Ill kill her,
Hopes crash down and concave,
I know, like she will, what its like to die.