Hell

I had posted this poem on another site... and had someone steal it and try to make it theres! damn people these days...

            If I could kill
                 Without being caught
                     I undoubtedly will
                         Kill the one that has brought
                               This annoying and hurtful sorrow
  To end their miserable life
        To never see them today, later, or tomorrow
              The pleasure it would bring
       When cutting them open and draining them
                                  As if they had never meant anything
                          Laughing hard until dry was every f*****g vein of them
                The happiness I would feel
       As they begged for life and realized
that the devil was real
      And he wasn’t a supernatural thing
           Something they were sure didn’t exist
                 But an actual human being
                        That had absolutely no soul to risk
                                 Someone that had no god no person to be judged by
    A person with no feelings, no respect, no moral aspect
                                 Somebody who expected no heaven so didn’t even bother to try
                         that’s the real threat, real danger, real devil
                 Because it was made by pain, by a scarred child
        Not a clueless wanna be rebel
    I wouldn’t care what family I was tearing apart
Pain can f**k with the purest of minds
       Even entirely darken a heart
               All things considered, I wouldn’t give a s**t
                    To personally put someone
       In the lowest of hells pits.

Author's Note

This poem is kinda old... But what do ya think??

Reviews

[DarkShines]

Absolutely love it. Very well done, and i sure know this feeling sometimes.