Dream murder.

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.




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