This Is What Happens When I Write a Poem Pissed Off

Look deep and hard Into my eyes. What do you see? Neither pain, nor demise. The burning hatred Like fire inside Heats up the very beast tonight. Play coy. Pretend it's fake. Show all. This is just a game. When the time comes, You wont be laughing. When the time comes, You wont be smiling. In the distance, There will be a scream. Not of joy, But pain and suffering. This little game You tried to play. It got tried, weak. Now your worst fears are here. Be prepared. I am no angel. I'm not a devil. Play me as a fool, I use you like a tool. I'll watch you cry. Hurt. Bleed inside. Watch thepain shine through your very eyes. Yes, in the end I will be the one laughing. Yes, in the end I will be the one smiling. While you risen so high, off your stubborness and pride. I'll enjoy every second When you fall Weak as you lost it all. Your game is up. Enjoy this bringing of hell. For.. It's my turn now.