Wickedness

Serpentine master of hearts,
The beauty in your soul shall fade
Hate darkens your skies;
And evil bleeds from your ways

You slash into their hearts,
Making them hallucinate
Giving them false hopes;
Leading them to the flame

You feed on their flesh;
Fulfilling the misery of their fate
Ripping out the last of their souls,
Selling their children to ruin and shame

Your memories cause you pain
Festering,
Swelling;
And boring forth your hate.