Animacy

Years of hate and sadness poured into me
You carve your misery on my pages
And I am helpless
Animacy must be a delight
For you though it's better I stay this way
For if I ever got out of here
I would smash you
And grind you up with my cold words
Until you were a bleak dust
And then I would maleate you
Into frail grey sheets
And I would take the knife you cut yourself with
And cut you some more
I'd cut meaningless words through you
Until there's nothing left to cut
And all your atoms are left seperated
Then I'd pick up your atoms one by one
And cut them in half.
Animacy would be a delight