We feed off the sorrow, death is our muse
We don't care about other's achievements, just the abuse
Intrigued not by praise, but fueled by pain
Compliments are forgotten, but a single insult will leave a stain
We say good is better, but our actions speak different
We care more for those who repent
Guilt, greed, death, and utter destruction
Cause a much bigger disruption
Than completed goals, rewards and achievements
Because deep within we give into the idea that misery is far more interesting than peace and joy