Death by poem

By Vasati

I can't hurt you as you've  hurt me
so I write down my emotions 
Here is where I will kill you
with my paper and my pen 

First, I will run you over 
not by bus, train or car 
I will crush you with so much force 
using the hatred in my heart 

My pen strokes will stab right 
through you 
you'll be hanging by my lines 
Your skin will burn a little more 
with every word that I rhyme

When I dictate the story 
best believe you won't live long 
I'll cut straight to the part 
where the choir sings your 
funeral song 

All the pain you've caused me
will be ten times even worse 
In my story, I'm the blessing 
while you're just another rotten curse 

Don't think that I've forgotten 
honey, I don't play that way 
If you've crossed me more than once 
I suggest you start to pray

As I've said, I can't hurt you 
the same way that you've hurt me
But with pen, paper and thoughts 
might as well be murder in the first degree