Fraudulent Friend

Why must monsters be confused

of the relation others attempt to use?

Simple waving hellos

they think an abuse...

But beasts be frightened for the mind they may lose,
one of chaotic, growling mistruth.
Treating the world as if only for their use.
Poor, scared, shivering ghouls...

Dear Undear,

I hope that
You rot in hell.
I hope you die
Tomorrow.
But most of all, I think
I hope
Your days are filled with sorrow.
Your sins be dark
Your heart be grey
and all the world's love does leave you.
Be thankful
I not lead such a way;
Or this hope could come to be you.