FML

Do I have to wake today
and listen to the shit you say?
I just don’t care about your thoughts,
or what you do, although I ought
to make damn sure I look engrossed,
So you don’t see my innermost
contempt for every breath you take
as every smile I give, I fake.
I wish I had the balls to say
‘Just fuck right off’ as you decay
into a putrid mound of shite.
Who knows? Today I guess I might.
I’ll never let my thoughts escape
about my use of gaffer tape
to bind your limbs so you can’t run
as I return with knife and gun.
But which to choose? Up close or far?
That personal touch scares most who are
about to meet their makers end
I promise you, I will attend
to see the life blink from your eye.
My heart beats fast, I’ll watch you die.
But through the sights? I’m good at that
I’ve had my fair share of combat.
I’ll tape you to a post and mark
your heart with paint, my bullets arc
will be a testament of skill
as one has hopes for a clean kill.
But look at me, my dreams run deep
I lay awake and watch you sleep
but breathe does not escape your lips.
Last night, your soul from bed it slipped. 
My second skin has been removed,
my drinking self again has proved
that what goes on within my mind
is something no one wants to find.
So once again I watch you sleep
I hold my breathe as off I creep
to make amends with those I kill
I’ll make it right, I know I will.