Bad Egg

I know your heart,

your black soul


It is cold in there,

zero degrees Fahrenheit


The cold blood courses

through your veins


The fear of death 

plagues your mind


The thought of the abyss

haunts you all your life


Your eyes are black

like your heart 


Bitterness preferred over sweetness,

night over day 


You know no rest

tormented by the lies you have sworn to protect 


Wickedness is a virtue for you;

evil your entertainment 


Pain gives

you pleasure


Your mind is 



A legion of demons consumes 



Psychosis a side effect of your

consumption of human blood


You are the real vampire;

you are destined for the flames


You are sick and

already dead


What but remains is a rotting corpse 


The smell of sulfur emits from

your pores


Like the rotten egg

that you are 









Author's Notes/Comments:


Matthew 7:16-23 KJV


16 Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?

17 Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.

18 A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.

19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.

21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?

23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.