The Hatchet Inside Your Head

I wish to bury

this heavy hatchet inside your pretty head

because of the lies

you've thrown my way

When your head cleaves

blood spurts merrily a fountain

I'll remember the many times you fail to reply

the messages I sent to you

In those dead eyes

empty of your petty emotion

you'd wonder why you want to play

with the fiery elemental that is me

I'd spit onto your prone body

if I can

but then.... FINALLY you replied a message, telling me what I wanna hear

Stupid bitch! This is our LAST business deal together.

Or the hatchet will find its target for real.

(prose is dully stopped when the sms arrived, sorry guys)

p.s. - In a very dark mood because a transaction deal turns sour. Among the reason why I cannot do well in business. It's the mafia boss in me, very impatient. And have zero tolerance for swindling people.