He's the devil himself,
The king of all lies,
Spitting false words
In one's face
For a satisfying sensation.
His scorching words
Harm us at heart
And mind,
But the grin upon his lips,
Express his sadist heart.
He has no control
Over his tongue of insincerity ;
His fire ignites the surrounding buildings
As he laughs triumphantly
At the damages we bear.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
