Sweet Decay

Essentially, a poem about hatred

I can almost see your shadow walking beneath the streetlights,
Clinging to our memory like a sickness you demon of the night.
With eyes still wandering to the bottom of the closet door.
You still cross our minds; your name evokes hatred from my core,
Our heads are not the same, not after the hell you put us through.
You are the devil in my mind. I hope you die, I wish you'd burn too.
I still see you in my sleep; and in my dreams you are rather dead
I see you sink to the bottom of the ocean floor, sink like black lead
I heard you ate a bullet, couldn’t stand your own festering flesh
seething with filth, I wish I saw you take that last breath
Well if you’re six feet under, and you are rotting in the dark
than smell your sweet decay, and be damned your still beating heart.