voice 18: ruthlessness.

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-