Under the umbrella of my insecurity
I am shielded from my deed
Drenched in righteous purity
I watch as you bleed
I did not mean to do it
But I relished in the slitting of your throat
I thought of you violating my slit
And killed you the same way they kill a goat
It did not happen the way I had craved
There was no torture and little to no pain
I wanted to see the pain until your chest caved
I wanted to see you almost die and bring you back again
What have I done
In the darkness of my insecurity
A morbid kind of fun
I have manifested your impunity
I stand facing my deeds
Accepting the monster I have become
Still smiling as your heart bleeds
Smiling from ear to ear, no longer so glum
