I hope you rot in hell,
For all the pain you've caused,
For every lie you've told,
And every heart you've paused.
I hope you feel the fire,
Of your own wicked deeds,
That burn in the depths,
Of hell's fiery seeds.
I hope you hear the screams,
Of those you've wronged,
As they beg for mercy,
But you just laughed and thronged.
I hope you see the faces,
Of those you've betrayed,
As they watch you suffer,
And know justice is finally made.
I hope you taste the bitterness,
Of all the tears you've shed,
As you realize the hurt you caused,
Will never be forgotten or dead.
I hope you smell the stench,
Of your own putrid soul,
As it decays and rots,
In the devil's black hole.
I hope you feel the weight,
Of your own guilt and shame,
As you realize too late,
That you have no one else to blame.
I hope you rot in hell,
For eternity and more,
For the pain and destruction,
You left in your wake before.
May you never find peace,
In the fiery depths below,
For the evil you've spread,
Will forever haunt your soul.
So go ahead and laugh now,
But remember this one thing,
I hope you rot in hell,
For all the pain you bring.
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
