Death

Stab me through the heart,
Torture my pathetic, little soul.
Death,
You really know how to kill.

Surrounded in black and gray,
Covered in blue droplets.
Death,
You sure aren't an exuberant thing.

Burn my soul,
Take away who I used to know.
Death,
You are a torturous thing.

An exhilarating world,
Full of Happiness.
Then you burn it down,
The whole thing down.

Nauseate me,
Torment me.
If you were a person,
You'd be considered extremely sadistic and psychopathic.