A Stab At Evil Poem by dawnsue hillman

So many visions I must sample,
Hate and violence more than ample,
I grow bored with victims I trample,
Deepest darkness now has
SPOKEN.
I love the sweet taste of fear,
Listen to poison pouring in an ear,
Dancing to the beat of whimpers I hear,
My teacher I have made a
TOKEN.
I hear a voice within my head,
Crying out to see things dead,
The me soon to be I dread,
I feel my darkness has
AWOKEN.
Straining hard against my chain,
Taking pleasure from the pain,
Looking deep within my brain,
I can see some things are
BROKEN.