The Worst  That You Can Be Called Is Evil Because There Isn't  A Different  Word That More Accurately Describes You

Slowly I am crushed to death by
your oppressive will.

Your euphoric shivers terrify
me to my broken core.

You hate all that live and breath
because you like to kill.

Love, purity, innocence and hope
all lie dead and still you lust for more.

Barren lands and wasted dreams
thrill you to no end.

The sticky black mess that was your
heart lies putrid, smoking, and burnt.

You've caused rifts and tears in all thats
good that even time can't mend.

Everything you touch withers in agonizing
pain and you love to cause the hurt.

...what are you, essence of pure evil and hate?
                 
                  What.
                                   Are.
                                                                 You?