I miss you!

I miss your face

When I aim my newly sharpened dart.

I miss your voice and the screeching it makes,

Dogs can only hear that I have no heart.

I missed you yesterday, with the car, as I thought,

"Damn, she's running pretty fast."

She's running? Ha!  It can't be.

Someone finally told her the truth about her ass.

I simply miss you, like a gaping, bloody, infected, oozing hole in the head.

I don't look good in orange, that's why you're not dead.