I look at you
I see one so beautiful
So alluring
Yet so evil.
You look at me
As if I do not belong here
As if I was in your space
Smiling at me as if it is well.
True evil personified
Behind your smile
I see your mephitic nature
All that you have laid out for me.
Generations have been before me
Generations will come after me
Yet you will remain as your are
Slimy, crafty, banal, empty.
