The real evil of the world

Today a friend is lost,
Some mourn, but some make a mockery,
The cold hard world surrounds the mourning,
Feelings mean nothing to the cold hearted,
The grieving feel bombarded and overwhelmed,
They feed on the weak,
Letting their bitterness and hatred surround,
Though the friend is gone,
The cold ones find amusement talking behind everyone's back,
They pretend to be good friends,
But end up in the hands of the Devils bend,
They see the broken as weak ends,
With their dirty hands they tie the weak down to torture,
They torture, torture, and torture until the broken have also died off,
Insensitive, cruel, harsh,
They truly are the most dangerous people but also the weakest among the weak,
They are bent souls that can never be fixed,
They shouldn't be pitied,
Someone like this will never receive help,
They are like venomous snakes,
They always come back to bite you in the end.