The Depraved and Dead Dentist

I was a dentist and I molested women while they were under.
I heard a bang and I was wrong when I thought it was thunder.
I quickly learned that it was a bullet that struck me in the chest.
I had to pay the price for the patients who I chose to molest.
When I was shot, I didn't get a chance to see my killer's face.
Some people are happy because what I did was a disgrace.
My killer may have been a patient or an enraged spouse.
I molested many women and that truly made me a louse.
All of the women who I molested are definitely pissed.
Now I'm burning in Hell and I sure haven't been missed.
I had no right to molest my women patients and I deserved to be shot.
But my murderer is also a bad person and I hope he or she is caught.
The flames constantly burn my skin and the torture is too much for any man to sustain.
I hope my murderer will also burn and scream because he or she can't stand the pain.

(I got the idea for this poem from a movie that I watched)