Fantasy
I became extremely annoyed
my mind swirled with violent thoughts
of things that I could do
to YOU
the torture that would give me pleasure
I want to yank your eyeballs out of your head
and feed them to the starving dogs
I need to pop your head out
like I used to do with dolls
this desire that runs around my mind
I will never stop
until it is achieved
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