King of Murder

 Well, here it is...

This is what you wanted
A disaster so pure,
We all become haunted.

You ruined the lives of all your past lovers,
And built a machine
That hollows and smothers.

The lovers they cry with hope you'll do something
But you do not care,
You were born to feel nothing.

They fly somewhere safe, with wings torn and tattered
But you will soon find them,
'Cause their hearts you have shattered.

No more shall they live with this unbearable pain,
Or believe that you care
Your thoughts are in vain.

You've murdered them with the machine you have built.
You will no longer smile,
'Cause you live with such guilt.

Alone you will die,
All this was your choice.
No one will hear your pitiful voice!