You're Twisted!

!!!***curse words used***!!! this poem was written in anger and in spite towards a very sick and twisted person I crossed paths with.

Every word is venom,
Nothing Pleasant,
Just a hiss, a seething,
Everything good decays,
Your presence burns it alive,
Rips the flesh from every piece of bone,
Taking any aspect of soul,
Only a carcass left.

The vile nature,
The putrid lies,
All inhabit you to the very core,
boiling and bubbling away.

A cadaver before you, yet,
Nothing but a laugh, a smile,
Are you proud?
Is it really just pride?
Are you so demented, twisted, disturbed, hateful?

In fact, I know,
You embody everything that holds spite
within its name,
not because it embodies you,
No, you embrace it.
You welcome it.
You encourage it to be.

You sit so smugly,
Killing everything that lays there,
mutilating everything sweet,
Until the sour you place within it
burns like acid on the skin.

Well,
F**K YOU!
You can burn this world,
Take it with your venom,
Slow its beating heart,
To match the stand still of your own.
If you have a heart.

The callous words your tongue
tries to meld into the calling
of the trees and the cold wind,
Shows your inhumanity.