Bad Things Poem by Steven Christison

A bullet in you head is how i want it
Your body on the ground cold and rotted
You'r a waste of air and a waste of space
I want sharp objects to fly into your face
I hate you more now then ever
I want to kill you, dig you up and do it again
I want a car to run you over, put it in reverse and do it again
I would be lien if i said it wasn't true, i only want bad things to happen to you
I want very bad things to happen to you
It would be great if you would drown in a lake, with a paper bag over you head and watch you sufficate
You'r the reason murder should be legalized
I'll stab you over and over and watch you cry
I only want bad things to happen to you and to watch you die

-Wednsday B.