Killing You Poem by Brooke Lynn Moore

Eyes open hands cold
Body stiff as stone
Thoughtless there you lie
No heart, no soul, no mind
I may have had the knife
When I ended your life
But you did this to yourself
And now you rot in hell
Because what you did was wrong
And I've held my tongue for this long
But I've finally had enough
Thats right I'm giving up
I wash your blood off my hands
And I pull my knife out of your back
Then I smile and put it back in
Then I pull it out and do it again
My heart is filled with joy
And you can no longer annoy
I'll go to jail if thats what it takes
As long as I never have to see your face

(Inspiration: Unrelated prompt)