A Love Song

I wrote this to my dad. Unfortunately, he deserves it.

The anger and hatred builds up inside,
it tears at my heart, and weakens my mind.
My eyes fill with blood and all I see is red,
whenever I see you, I wish you were dead!
Your voice chills my spine, and buckles my knees.
The thought of you makes me sick
to the point I think I'll heave.

I hate your very being with every fiber of my soul.
I wish for you to never get the chance to grow old.
Your corpse should be rotting in a shallow grave somewhere,
with maggots crawling through your eyes
and worms through your hair.

But the stench of your rotting soul
would make all the animals wild.
Disease would infect the land,
every man, woman and child.
Chaos would spread throughout the land
Evil would rule the world again.
So, I guess although I hate your guts,
without you in it, the world would go nuts.