You had the art to hurt,

The talent to tear

Everything you held,

You ripped them into two,

Just with a little snap

You jeered and mocked at others,

With every word you spat full of crudeness,

Every letter at the tip of your tongue like a revolution

You put them down,

While you sat on your throne with your bedazzled crown

Your heart was ice cold,

Just like stone,

One that no one would ever know

You broke anything that had been laid in your hands,

Pounded and smashed it,

Treating them just like a grain of sand

You towered and loomed,

Over anyone that came into view

Your soul was malicious,

Loutish and vicious

The demeanour that defined your personality,

Only abundant with pure cruelty

After all,

No one could get to you,

To change your character,

For you only had the power to cut,

To slice,

To hurt.