Beware

It is amusing,
Yes, I know!
Cnfusing even
To the point
Where all I feel is empty sorrow
And pain is also quick to join.
Absorbing their entrenching looks -
Demanding, daunting stares.
Despising absolutes I took
And given everyone to share.
So go to hell - the selfish fiends
Of my skewed, scorned creation,
Take what is left of my torn soul
And eat it till you are belching.
Damn you! I have no other words!
Begone and leave me brooding!
But if I am back another time,
Beware, 'cause I'm shooting!