I laugh as they scream,
knowing not what they do,
eyes bleeding toxic green,
proving their worth
the screaming continues,
i could stop this, but why would i want to?
im enjoying myself after all,
enjoying the suffering i install
despite the situation my hands are calm,
no trembling they make,
i am not a bully,
no sense i make,
i am just a fake,
wishing for nothing more,
nothing but what is at stake
my rhyming may be dreadful
it may be rambling on,
but why wouldn't i ramble?
ramblings better than the end
