Heartless

No Love

No Light

No Heart

No Soul

That is what it is to be heartless

To be heartless, is to be an outcast

Someone deadly who is masked

Someone who plots to kill its prey

An someone who hates from day to day

Heartless people will burn in hell

For they will think it's rather swell

These are the people that haunt our dreams

And are blind at heart and cannot see

We hear on the news when another person dies

And they only stare with blank murderous eyes

No feeling of pain or guilt inside

They just lurk in shadows and try to hide

Heartless people are not born to hate

Some will say it's just their fate

But I know people are born to love

For when you are a baby you are free in spirit just like a dove

But we ask ourselves

How can people change in so many ways

Where they hate all other people

and bright sunny days

Their lifes are filled with only gloom

but they will one day meet their doom

Now this poem is all done and through

Heartless people need to start over brand new