Wicked mind

What has been accomplished,
by the venom in your mind?
Cold, forceful way you push me up,
Kicking me from behind.

What sick, twisted fantasies
have I satisfied for you?
When was it that you became
The epitome of taboo?

Who was there before me?
Left desolate and afraid
Who else have you made to feel
lonely and betrayed?

True malice of your wishes,
Coldness of your stare,
Will be reverted back to you
When you're old, and no one's there.