your gone
I'm alive

I dream of you
of your pain

the subtle crack
of your elbow breaking

the pleading scream 
of my fist in your face

the muffled scream
of my crushing embrace

the slow drip
as my knife slits your wrists

the crunch
of my baseball bat and your chest

the scent of burning flesh
of the fire in your hair

a million and one tortures
I have envisaged for you

I can only relish the idea
of any of them coming true

all i wanted to say was that i miss you