Put your hands on me again,
I dare you
Put your trembling, filthy hands on me again.
With the grease staining your fingertips
to the stench of your rotten soul slowly leaking onto the floor like a small oil leak.

From your uneasy edges to the black entity following in your shadow.
I see through the gates you have built around yourself,
the gates that close behind you because you don't want to let them to see who you really are,
what is waiting for you beyond the gate of hell you’ve created
when the monster from within comes to greet you at the door.

Knowing the man with unbelievable talent is a devil in disguise.
to put on a show for those who do not know.
yet you don’t fool me
with that phony smile and chuckle
from the depths of your devouring belly

You can’t hide from evil,
when you are evil.

I see your weakness
by the way you cower in your seat and
the way your lips curl at the end
of your face.
A face.
A face that is painted with nothing but pure poison,
and your eyes that burn into anyones skull with one glance.

you’re a weak, weak man
emotionally and mentally
you are unstable
But with the truth
comes guilt
and for a man sitting on a throne of innocent souls
the truth
is what the monster inside
whispers in your ear late at night
for you to never let them in because
he
has already taken everything you ever had to offer.