You don't scare me, bitch

some people deserve every last moment of pain they live in.

murderous thoughts,
hate driven
if any happiness
ever crops up within,

it will surely
be at the expense
of another human being,

such a waste of oxygen

bloating, blatting,
lowdown coward
dreaming of sin

but you're just too weak to commit

you can't imagine
entering the real hell
that waits for you

and your kind, they cry
oh me, poor me
and think if they die

it will end their suffering
but there is an eternity
of unimaginable pain
waiting for you

no comforting blackness
in which to lose your horrible memories,
only more and more of the same
on repeat indefinitely

you so wish you could inflict pain
but being so weak and afraid,
you've lost at your own game