i'm turning into a monster

you remember the burning fire.

nothing to smoke,
nothing to eat.

you scrape together dimes
for a meal or a smoke,
but tonight
it's a drink instead.

there is no love,
you can forget about that...

but what you can remember
is the burning fire,
and the dream of the hand-gun
in your hand as you eliminate all of those
who have rejected man after man
after man...

there will be no greater justice then this,
and when their lives are gone
their will be nothing else
for Death to take away,

no more panties under the bed,
hairpins,
hairspray,
no more eyeliner or lip gloss
or tampons,
no more text messages or
facebook updates,

but their dead bones
beneath the earth of those creatures
we once considered
"delicate"

I do this for you,
and for all the others who have suffered
like me or are suffering.

their is no misogyny,
but this is a man who once tried-

I want relief.

I live in my own world as you do your own,
so if you felt the way I did,
you would feel the same way too.

It's just too bad it has to be this way,
because I never dreamed
of taking anyone's life,

but now I have to.

and I will.