Sonnet for the Soulless

Oh how I long to see you burn in hell,

For all the pain and suffering you caused

You took it all and left me standing there

Alone and broke of all but my own hate

There was never a man who yearned as I

For the sweet feeling of your blood on hand

That may not be washed off by men or gods

For my hate runs deeper than any can feel

But yet I now wish that I had not done

The most awful deed that ever could have been

Oh what I wouldn’t give to have you here

So that I could kill you all again now

Alas for now you are gone but still alive

Through my own vengeful hate and memory