Demise

Slicing your jugular in two
and watching the blood gush out
and pool on the ground.
Tying each of your limbs to a different horse
and having them run in different directions.
Squeezing your throat with all my strength
until you turn purple
and the blood vessels in your eyes burst.
Sedating you in a glass box
and upon your coming to
pouring freshly mixed cement in;
watching you scream as chemical burns set in
and you slowly become bonded with solidifying rock.
Pouring cyanide into your water bottle
and watching the life flee you.
Putting a hole in your wind pipe
and putting a finger over the hole so you can breathe,
then letting go to watch you asphyxiate;
repeating this process tenfold.
Cutting off you fingers
and removing a kidney;
putting them in a blender
and forcing you to drink the product.
These are some of the things I
imagine every day,
just so I won't
actually kill you.

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