Don’t help,
watch them fall.
Don’t cry,
watch them die.
I live in the cold side of your soul,
feeding on emotions and terror.
I live in the root of hatred,
feeding on pain and scars.
I have cut off the hand that helps,
sympathy only leads to death.
I have walked off the path of humanity,
compassion only leads to love, oh don’t.
Pity is for the poor,
stride like a master.
I care for no one,
not even for the skin or soul.
Lots of poison,
ruthlessness.
Written as a part of the A to Z challenge, details about, which can be read here.
This is the installment to the theme I revealed here.
It is scary that there are people who will actually be able to identify with this emotion.
Take care
From the not so-
I love it
I’m glad you did!
Very powerful. May I use this as the inspiration for a villain in one of my future books? It sounds so like him.
Hey Cheryl! I’m glad my work inspired you. Feel free to work with this piece! A small mention would do. 🙂
very inspirational!!! 🙂
Thanks a ton!!