Thine eyes are filled
with pity and disdain
it brings a frown
to an otherwise lovely day.
So pity me not
and think no more
of my wasted life
for I feel no remorse.
For in the shadows
is were I live
I am the king
bow down your head.
I hold your life
in my dirty hand
you crossed the line
and journeyed to hell.
Show me no pity
and I'll show you no love
just a snarl on my face
as I eat your heart.
A king in hell
is what I'll be
instead of the boot licker
you turned out to be.