Bricks

A brick in my hand, a bad thought in my head. 
I love you to death, but I want you dead. 
I watch you watching her, anger fills my veins. 
I'm watching you watch her, I'm shadowed by jealousy and rage. 
I clench the brick and disregard all consequence. 
I hit you hard as many times as I can. 
The bedroom wall now painted red.
I've warned you before about women in my bed.