A Demon's Hate

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A key into the darker thoughts in my head. You'll find me to be quite disturbing after this, but don't worry. I won't be killing you...UNLESS YOU STEAL MY WORK! D< lol

Submitted: December 20, 2008

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A Demon’s Hate

You stand there,

Staring, wishing,

Wishing that I was forgiving,

Let us just face it,

I’m done living,

At least living with you that is,

I hate you,

I don’t miss you,

I’ve forgotten you,

Just as the dessert forgot the rain,

You try to tell me you feel my pain,

But the truth is, and I’ve known it,

No, no, you do not see, and I fear you never will,

 I hate your soul,

 Blackened with my ever taunting hatred,

 

 The trust, it's all gone,

 You’re a dirty piece of scum,

 One I'll never clean again.

 I pray, one day, you'll look into my eyes and see your own death repeating itself,

 Over and over,

 'Cuz that's what you deserve,

 You’re a run down piece of dirt, an inch of my last nerve.

Yea, that's right, walk away, and while you do,

 I hope a bus comes and hits you,

I hope while your blood pours on the pavement,

 You will know It was me behind the wheel.

 Behind the wheel of crime I paid to you,

 A debt you are,

 A lingering thought in the back of my head,

 Torturing me,

 Until the day, your soul burns in hell where you have always belonged.

 

And I hope while you’re burning to the core,

That you’ll know it’s your death that I adore,

I will never mourn,

Only praise,

That son of a bitch that did my job for me,

I praise the day,

That you are finally out of my way,

So that my mind will clear itself,

Heal itself,

Just like this planet I am scarred,

Torn to the bone,

Bleeding without end,

And I hope you see, yea I hope you know how much I hate you,

I can’t even believe you, I’m astonished,

Astonished of how much worse you’ve gotten,

Hating you?

I’m done that, I DESPISE you,

You are a piece of dirt I have yet to sweep,

My slate is clean,

The skeletons are out of my closet.

 

I can only wish I’m driving down a street when I see you,

So that I can hear the sounds of your bones hit metal,

As your life slips away from your grasp.

 

The corner I cry in,

Its the darkest,

The dimmest,

Yet forever the happiest,

As long as you’re dead,

My life will be much improved,

So you should only wish you don’t cross me on a street,

For that would be the last time we meet.


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