No one will miss you

Run away from the Devil’s Cat

She’ll strike you when the sun falls

Burning in a pit

Of blood red flames

I hate you

She’ll kill you

She’ll cut your throat

Drink your steaming, sticky blood

Rip up your pale crimson flesh

And eat your bloodied, beating heart

Then bury you in tainted ground

She’ll creep along, silent as a storm cloud

Behind your laughing, joyous “friends”

And open up their heads

Like cantaloupe

But bloodier

Shriller

And with less seeds

And brand their bellies

With 666

After that

She’ll lick her paws

And she’ll lick her jaws

Clean of all the fun

She had that very night

When I sent her

To rid the earth of a few

Unworthy men and women

Oh well

It’s just you

No one will miss a jerk like you

This is a poem about someone I know. The Devil's Cat symbolizes my hate for him.