I look at her, like an overcast sky
Looks down on the world, in growing contempt
I look at her like she is of dirt and insignificance, I wonder why
With each day, the disdain in me, more intent.
If I could, I would flick her off the edge, watch her fall into nothingness
I would then feel delight creeping into me
The action sweeter, with her arrogant willingness
I’d watch her destruct, like a hundred years before a mighty tree.
For now, I trace with my eyes gnashes and cuts all over her skin
Marring her beyond redemption
For now, I only taste her murder in dreams and oh how I win
Only each time, its that woman that won.