I want to kill you, to see the blood spill from your throat.

And I’ll stick the dagger in deeper as you cry for help, beg me to stop.

I’ll say, say it louder, that I want to hear your voice crack.

Your large hands will wrap around my wrist and you’ll whisper a mangled plea as you fight off the fatigue.

As you die I’ll laugh, what can I say you were the one who bought that video game anyways.