Day of the dead

Lately I can't think  
Clearly or productively  
To get anything achieved  
I'm giving up hope  
And I hate this feeling  
 
 Even monsters have dreams and feelings  
What you think hell doesn't notice?
When it's missing a demon?
 A rapist doesn't doesn't scream? when you skin um ?
A killer doesn't lose hope ?
Growing colder  
When the only person he loves  
 is giving up on him?
 
I assure you monsters feel just like humans  
The darkness cries when it loses a heathen
And I don't know why I try  
When I know I was born to be evil
 
I hate people  
And pretending they don't sicken me  
I wish this planet would be cleansed
Of everybody including me  
 
I want to be alone  
But then I think I don't  
I wish I just had that women  
That made me forget I'm numb  
 
I cough up blood from my lungs  
And wash it down the sink
I would tell you  
But what's the point  
It wouldn't change a damn thing  
Each day it gets harder and harder to breath  
The weight of the world  
And all of these souls
 weigh down on me  
 
 Will light shine down on me?
 I think..
 Or will the earth open up  
And the creatures of hell come up to reclaim me ?
 
…..”the devil asked how I knew the way around the halls of hell so well,
I told him I do not need a map of the darkness I know so well”