Joyful Hate

When that humble time crashes through my life
When the world sees you useless, and you die
Look closely, from down in hell
Do you see a single glitter in my eye?

No, not one trickle of remorse
Not one sense of regret or sorrow
Just one grin from ear to ear
A heartless laugh of glee.

If you died, it wouldn't be a tragedy
I will not live my life as if it's imaginary
I will love the word death as mentioned in the dictionary
I will tell everyone how you thought yourself 'scary'
And tell them you were always fake.

I will be entranced with your moulding grave
Thinking of such love and gratitude
Think of all the heartache your death had saved
Reminiscing of the times you were so crude.

One day I will once more visit your buried body
And take a silver pen, permanent and vibrant
I will write not but one single word
Next to your name with such feeling
That my hand will shake.

J
Jail would have never been the correct punishment
O
Only something as bitter as life itself
Y
You selfish pig deserved no better.
So as I write I say as I feel
Joy.