voodoo

i curse the day i met you, and the months we spent together
you came across a wounded bird and plucked out every feather
you held me down and beat me up and threw me at the wall
i beg and plead every night for your inevitable fall

it’s true i hate your guts, but even more, i love your pain
i’m stitching voodoo dolls of rage and bashing in their brains
you’ll probably call me crazy, the way my fury won’t be tamed
but i simply will not rest 'til your entire life is maimed