Wont Listen To You

Poisoned words slip from your tongue
Spiteful eyes that you see in the mirror
Nothing matters but bringing people down
It's a twisted soul that you own.

Deceitful actions are being committed
Inside you've now become unfeeling
Taking pleasure in other's pain
It's a twisted soul that you own.

All warmth gone, truly stoical
Searching for debility in other's
Pain like a playground to you
It's a twisted soul that you own.

Broken oaths and illusive lies
Those have become your specialty
looking in the mirror, what do you see?
Do you see an ugly, twisted soul?