May God Have MErcy On Thy Soul

I wrote this poem about my stepdad and his abusive nature.

Lord help me.
These thoughts of mine are ungodly.
Visions of death, of blood, of hatred.
These thoughts make my heart warm over with hate and malice.
His throat i dream of cutting.
His heart i dream of eating.
His face i dream of dismembering.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Thats all you say.
Thats all i hear.
I cant take the pressure anymore.
The blood vessels keeping me same, the blood keeping me calm... is no more.
I pray to thee god.
Help me.