With My Bare Hands

f**k you billy.

Your arrogant, sickening, grin

Stretched across a face so slick 

With the grease you used to turn the gears

That kick started my engine

fueled with hate and disgust 

For the deeds you've committed

I could kill you.

My bare hands clamping tightly

Around your neck so etched with veins

Protruding in your anger

I won't let you talk down to me.

Speak to me with respect

Or close your goddamned mouth.

I will kill you. 

You believe you know so much,

But bullshit you do. 

I know so much better.

You are just as ignorant

As the filth

You "think" that you look down upon.

Destroyed, will be your psyche

And you'll be sitting blindly 

In a bin of moccasins 

Passing time and drooling on the tiling

While I place a rose for the grave site I'll never find

That you dug

With your bare hands. 

Author's Note

rough draft-ish. Written in about ten minutes. For a person I despise obviously.

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

So many people wrap themselves in their own judgemental ideals that they dont realize what they do to others and how they make them feel. Ive had to distance myself from these people just because they leave me in a constant state of emotional distress, but the feelings you put into this piece capture the end of these relationships perfectly. Brilliantly written.

[joshua deathdealer]

I really like it. Lots of imagery at once..it's intense all the way through which is good. Well portrayed emotions.. lol at the bin of moccasins....xx

[Juliet]

This was written for the b*****d that killed Molly.

[J Todd Underhill]

All I can say is wow... I will be reading more of your work... I am not too sure of what to think of this one.

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WOW so powerful and damn straight forward!!!
I love it, I felt this way toward someone in a sense I still do.
Every time I see this person, for some odd reason I just want
t choke them and never let go! But I loved your write!!!