I’m going to slit your throat,
And watch your blood flow to the floor.
I’ll watch it seep and drip,
Until there is no more.

I’m going to slit your throat,
But only deep enough that you die slowly.
And when your eyes ask for it all to end,
I’ll make sure that you die lonely.

I’m going to slit your throat,
And maybe after I’ll slit mine,
Since all this anger is not for
And what is mine shall remain mine.