Yes, my soul is dark, I write with poison
Letters that need to taste your tears
I am pain filled with black jagged blades
They tear the skin into shreds of red and pale

I’m captivated by your bitterness
My violent stare is menacing your soul
I’m killing kindness, dosing souls with fear
But don`t worry, my hate is far from being dull

You are plain and useless, always whining
Yet, your value is a shell more than a son
I will defeat your heart; I’ll bring it to the final drop
Of hurt and terror for your tainted deeds