No longer Human (shitty poetry #2)

If It still had friends they would think IT was a psychopath. 

 a dead stare behind cold and unfeeling eyes is the only remaining emotion it has left

THE REST Obscured by a thick black cap resting upon its skull

A bloody perverse skeleton left to limp by night

Leaving a terrible mess of gore in its wake sure to scar any who crossed its path

No one could feel sympathy for such a miserable and grotesque being

Despite its cries The Bastard could not Fathom that it was no longer human