The Devil

If I could kill
Without being caught
I undoubtedly will
Kill the one that has brought
This annoying and hurtful sorrow
To end their miserable life
To never see them today, later, or tomorrow
The pleasure it would bring
When cutting them open and draining them
As if they had never meant anything
Laughing hard until dry was every fucking vein of them
The happiness I would feel
As they begged for life and realized
that the devil was real
And he wasn’t a supernatural thing
Something they were sure didn’t exist
But an actual human being
That had absolutely no soul to risk
Someone that had no god no person to be judged by
A person with no feelings, no respect, no moral aspect
Somebody who expected no heaven so didn’t even bother to try
that’s the real threat, real danger, real devil
Because it was made by pain, by a scarred child
Not a clueless wanna be rebel
I wouldn’t care what family I was tearing apart
Pain can fuck with the purest of minds
Even entirely darken a heart
All things considered, I wouldn’t give a shit
To personally put someone
In the lowest of hells pit