If I could rape every girl who broke my heart...
If I could kill every cunt who broke my pride...
I'd take them down to hell with me in suicide.

A woman will always have that power over men
But we will rip you open as I have done to you
In my futile defense. . . my satisfaction.

I find pleasure in your beating as you do in prejiduce
So scream like a pig does squeal when I open you front and back.
I bleed the whore who has broken me once before.

Take my bloody wounds upon you.
Feel what it is that I feel but in the flesh
As that is how I take you, slipping beneath wet dress.

Look at me when I squeeze every last lingering breath
From your lungs, your last words wimperred until none is left.
Quiver beneath me. . . pressed hard against you
Laid out like a lump of laundry spread neatly.

This is how I like you to look. . . mouth gaping
Frozen as if you were in mid "NO" but so silent a scream.
Eyes wide like looking up at the last thing you ever saw -
My every muscle and tendon tight and tense as rope twisted to the cleat.

As I held you down with every ounce of pulsating hate
I had in my little 150 pound body
I felt you go limp in my hands. . . my little rag doll.
Clouded gaze, your eyes roll off. . . almost casual.

I will sleep with you until your rigor sets
It's all you were good for in life my dear
And until you become cold...
It's all you're good for in death...