Uncaring

You hurt, you kill, they bleed.

You sear, you freeze, you feed.

Their pain fuels your fire.

It eases your desire.

You yearn.

You burn.

They die.

They cry.

You bruise their innocence.

You poison with your decadence.

You do not care.

You view it fair.

You do not see the pain.

How their souls are torn in twain.

You smile.

You defile.

You will one day die.

But none will cry.

They do not care.

They think it’s fair.