Hatrid

A soul, is not worth living
If it causes harm
For if they bring pain
I shall end them

Slowly, I creep upon you
Pulling the wire closer
Bringing it to your throat
I give it a tug

The blood begins flowing
A wicked grin appears
My eyes full of hate
Your life soon to end

Your torture isn't over
I bring my knife
I slowly unzip your body
The blood is warm

My hand reaches in
I reach for your heart
Which is my prize
Now is your demise

My work is done
Your body lay destroyed
My hunger is satisfied
Your life. Ended.