If you only knew

If you only knewHow much I hated youI didn’t like the way you talked,I even despised the way you walked.Don’t ask me why, And fake a cry,That’s one false command,I simply could not stand.I’m glad you’re not here right nowCause I’d be screaming constantly out loud,Telling you to go away,And leave me to fray, At my own risk, Before I slam my fist.I’m tired of thisI wouldn’t regret it if you left, not at all,Cause You drive me up the wall, You have no idea how much I’d love to kill,And you never will.You are buried and gone,no one’s here to sing a good-bye song.all you ever were was an asshole,I hope you are always lost in that blackhole,I’m glad I killed you,oops, sorry, I pulled the trigger a few.The bullets shot right through your chest,You said you just needed to rest,I left you there,unaware,you wouldn’t be foundpeople looked all around,screaming your name,they sounded ridiculously lame.You finally arrived at the morge someone new,If you only had any clue,How much I hated you.(I’m also known as driven-mad)

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.