Hate

It feels like my insides are on fire,
Burning, from this selfish desire,
I want to make them all pay,
Force them all to regret this day,

I'll take from my arsenal of knives,
Use it, and end their lives,
How are they not prepared?,
If I was them, I'd be scared,

The pain they're going to endure,
I'll make them scream, "No more",
But at that point I will not cease,
Making sure their soul will release,

Then I'll take a step back,
Looking at the feelings I lack,
And with a crooked smile on my face,
I'll take my soul away from this place.