Demonic

Cruel harsh punishment,
hatred stuffed within.
My mind says there is a way,
that I can finally win.
Firey eyes of envy,
Blackend heart of coal.
Evil thoughts of revenge and death,
that no one even knows.
Satanic pleasures rising,
tortures to be seen.
For an enemies horrific screams,
I have signed my soul to a deed.
Crippled little body,
laying in a rat infested gutter.
Spit in his direction,
as I hear him begin to mutter.
Little words of sorry's,
please give the poor boy your hand.
He says he'll give an arm to not feel this,
and let you take your stand.
Yet I can't help but remember,
how my cries were so unheard.
When all I needed was his voice,
he wouldn't hear a word.
So fuck the poor pitiful boy,
who once thought he was a man.
Begging for another chance,
from once his number one fan.
How sweet revenge is,
when they have no other way.
They worship the ground you walk on,
and listen to all you have to say.
Let him die slowly,
the same way I did inside.
The only difference from us now,
is in a while he won't be alive.
I hear his screams get weaker,
as I drop down to my knees.
And tell the pathetic looser,
I love to see him bleed.
Remember when I wanted you,
and you played me like a fool.
Well you fucking pussy, guess what?
The game has wickedly turned on you.
Now take your punishment,
like the man that you say you are.
Because when I get done with you,
you won't be going very far.
I lick my lips suductively,
I have to taste the blood.
Because this is the piece of shit,
for once I had so much love.
But that love turned to hatred,
when he stomped all over my heart.
Not just once but many times,
and now he must be ripped apart.
I wipe a tear from his eye,
and lick my fingertip.
This whole revenge thing is more rejuvinating,
than I could have ever wished.
Do you love me now baby,
after all of this pain?
If you say you do,
I could be tempted to let you live one more day.
As he is trembling,
he starts to mumble words.
I cover his mouth with my palm,
to beg for his life he doesn't deserve.
I take a piece of paper from my pocket,
and let him have a look.
It's the beginning of his lies to me,
with them I could write a book.
He hangs his head and says he's sorry,
but this I do not believe.
I slam a rock into his face,
and wipe the shattered bone off with my sleeve.
By now I have a demonic grin,
from the let out of pent-up rage.
The poor soul is barely hanging on now,
the sad part is his own life he could have saved.
I have to let this part of my life go,
and there is only one way how.
He has felt my wrath for a while,
he has to die right now.
I grab his hair, pull up his head,
and kiss him one last time.
I let him know that the way he done things,
is what made me loose my mind.
I ask him if there is anything else,
that he has to say.
He says there is a letter in his pocket,
he was going to give to me today.
I am not falling for that shit again,
I wrap my hands around his head.
Kiss his forehead and keep twisting,
until I know he is dead.
I get up as he slumps over,
and falls face down to the ground.
Out of his pocket falls a letter,
and I make a gasping sound.
I pick it up and read it,
the trembling begins.
It says how truly sorry he was,
for doing what he did.
It continues with he wants nothing more,
than to be with me again.
I never could express to you,
how sorry I truly am.
I know that you love me,
and you are my number one fan.
And to kiss your beautiful lips one last time,
my last breath I would gladly give.
Without your tender heartfelt love,
I can no longer live.
All the punctuation is perfect little hearts,
It has a P.S that reads:
We should have never been apart.
If only I'd been strong enough,
to get through one more day.
I would have had what I wanted all along,
and we would have been together until this day.

Blondie