In the depths of the earth


I send all my pain.

It may visit me often,

but I will banish it again.



They think that I am not a threat

that they can harm me with ease.

The latter is true but the former construed -

for I am a walking disease.



Havoc to their precious worlds

will redeem some of their feats.

Nothing makes up for it

the way their heart ceases to beat.



My heart was crushed long ago

but that does not justify

the selfish grahzny bastards

leading me to cry.



So first I find their souls

and rip it from their chest.

Ruining their life and mind,

now that part is the best.



When they are wrecked and ruined

drowning in misery.

That's when I reveal myself

and smile witheredly.



I am your doom and suffering,

as they cower under my proposals.

The remnants of their life,

Now you're at my at my disposal.



Purge my hatred into you.

Forcefeed you excretion until you spew.

Slowly let all blood drain,

practise feats of searing pain.

Acid and bleach, vinegar and fire,

teasing and taunting to make you perspire.

In my domain now you'll suffer and I

crooning and ecstatic can watch as you die....



Then when all is said and done,

just revert back to line one.
I would want to live longer...