Hell

As I hold your dying body I will whisper these words:

                   Go to hell you demon

                   You are no longer able to hurt me 

                    The pain you caused will fade like your corpse

Your memory will be like the dust of your skeleton laying there

Your organs will be fed to the wolves so you cant come back 

They will eat your rotting flesh to grow stronger

The meat on your bones will rot and mold to even a state where the flies will pass up the smell of your rotting corpse

will attract your fellow scavengers 

Your own kind will pick you clean much like you have done my poor soul

You shall not die alone for the only reason being I want to watch you die and rot 

I will not stick you in a box 

I will not put flowers on your grave

I will not mark the spot you died 

There will be no mourners as you have no real friends

Your only flowers on your death spot will be born from the soil your rotting corpse fertilizes

There shall not be a stone as the thought of putting anything nice on it makes me sick 

I will not scatter your ashes but I promise your body will be scattered all over in the feces of the animals that fed on your body