Your attempt to pull me down,
Into your hatred in which you drown.
Is it me you hate, or some abstract thing?
Your black heart has grown wings.
I pity your lack of compassion.
Only for yourself is your passion.
Was there ever anyone as evil as me?
Look into yourself and there you will see,
That the emptiness is not caused by me.
All I can feel now for you is pity.
You are not even worth my alacrity.
Is it OK for you to barge into my life,
And attempt your low-class strife?
You are nothing but an uninvited guest.
If you only knew how I could care less.
Wait, what is this new emotion I feel?
Oh, it’s just wishing you well in hell.
Sad to think of one with no soul.
All of your lies have become cold.
Of this I think you should know,
My opinion of you is very low.
Your talk is cheap, from truth you shy.
At this point, I could care less if you die.