Alternate Title – Spit on You
It is so easy to loathe this guy
It is so easy to disdain his outlook
It is so easy to scorn his attitude
It is so fucking easy to hate him.
That fucking moron of the morons
That male chauvinist bastard of the bastards
That good for nothing self-declared scribbler
That hopeless self-affirmed poet.
It is so fucking easy to hate him
Do not be fooled by his sweet words
Words, he said, “Words are all I have to take your heart away.”
Away from everyone, he made me a loner
He limited my social circle, he made a loner
Love, oh that was a game for him
Emotions, oh that was a sport for him
Him, he was the slave to carnal desire
Desire, I was the slave to his urges
Urges, it was strange and painful
Painful and psychotic, he was inside the mind
Mind, it was his slave and my body
Body was his playground, he played, he used to leave marks…..
Marks were all across the temple
Temple used to be vanquished every night
Night, I used to loathe the night, I used to fear the night
Night was his hunting time
Time, he mastered the time
Time to time, he used to satisfy his urges
Urges, the satisfaction of those urges used to give him some high
High, whenever he used to be in that zone, he used to write
Write, writing and writing about gore, violence in the garb of darkness
Darkness, he was the poet of darkness.
Do not be fooled by the face
It was very disturbing, he was a fucking disgrace.
Lie there, beneath the surface, deep inside the ground
Enjoy your darkness, without the light and sound
He deserves nothing good, nothing well
Bloody asshole, you must rot in hell.