Demon, Devil, Monster, and Murderer

I wish I were stronger.

If I were maybe I’d finally be able to beat you.

And I wish I knew your name.

That way I could put a curse on you

a curse that would eat your soul

a soul which is, no doubt,

as black as charcoal.

It would consume your very being

and take you alive and screaming

to the very doorway of your own Hell.

I wish this on you because I know what you are

and I know what you deserve.

That human face you hide behind is nothing more than a mask.

I know what you are.

You are demon, devil, monster, and murderer.

No, you have not murdered a life,

of that I am fairly certain.

You have murdered love, virtue,

and most terribly you have murdered my faith.

I once had faith in humanity.

Faith in love.

I hate because of you.

It is not alone enough to simply hate you.

Hate is a part of me now.

And it’s all your fault.

You, demon, devil, monster, and murderer.

You don’t know the damage of what you have done.

Likely you will never know.

You are too simple, too cowardly, too weak.

To prey on others is simply your forte is it not?

It makes you feel so good inside, does it not?

To toy with others as a cat would a mouse?

Oh yes.

You bat around your victims playfully and

Just when they have given up on everything,

you devour them.

This makes me worry.

Will you come for me next, I wonder?

And all of this to assuage your petty fears.

How shallow.

Deranged.

Pointless.

Your ignorance of it all makes you a creature so worthy of the word evil.

You demon, devil, monster, and murderer.

You bully.

When I think of something better to say right here, I’ll put it in. But right now I’m still so angry that I can barely see straight. This was meant to be a letter. I decided not to send it, however, because of course I’m the biggest wuss on the face of the earth. The bastard, of course, deserves to hear it. Maybe at the end of the year, when I know I will never see his disgusting face again (at the end of the year when I say goodbye to all things ‘high school’), I will give this to him. Or at least tell the jerkoff to his face. Maybe that would be better because then I could hit him where it hurts the most. With brass knuckles. I will most likely update later when I have calmed down enough to write exactly what he’s done to make me hate him so much. Are you curious to know, I wonder?

-QueSeraSera