Homicidal Tendencies

A Poem by Ricky P.

I can feel it.
The feeling of slipping away.
There goes my sanity.
What should I use, my fists?
no that's not good enough,
Should I use the scalpel,
no that's not painful enough,
Should I use my words,
Yes.
I will his skin off,
with my words,
I will shatter his ribcage,
with my words,
I will put a bullet in his head,
with my words.
But, what if that doesn't work,
I will set him on fire!
Wait, here they come,
the hounds of hell to claim my soul!
HaHaHaHa!
Too bad I don't have one!!!