What Is It?

I feel like crushing your skull on the wall

so often it'll break in two pieces and then

I'll smash the pieces on the ground

and trample them until there's nothing left

but a huge puddle of blood and crumbled brain.

It'll stink like you stink of

stupidity and nonsense

of endless boredom in your ridiculous senseless life.

There is no reason for you to exist

but you do and you annoy me by simply 

living next door and getting on my nerves every time I leave my flat.

Is there something you know and I don't?

Have I offended you in a past life?

Have I done something wrong by buying this new flat?

Is my hair colour wrong?

Are you in love with my husband?

Do I remind you of someone who has hurt you?

There must be a reason for your incredible incommensurable inconvenience.